Poems on Several Occasions

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T. Davies, 1770 - 238 sider
 

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Side 88 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Side 88 - Grace, And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes. The...
Side 136 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.
Side 123 - Know God — and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow : Then every grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.
Side 134 - ... Detested wretch !" — but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial...
Side 86 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Side 126 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart: Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around. Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Side 121 - Through rocks amidst the foaming sea, To gain thy love, and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves ; The silent heart which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome .o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done,) Amusing thought ; but learns to know, That solitude's the nurse of woe.
Side 132 - Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the clos'd cradle where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck.
Side 32 - Without a bunch behind. The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd, The youth of Edith erst approv'd, To see the revel scene : At close of eve he leaves his home, And wends to find the ruin'd dome, All on the gloomy plain. As there he bides, it...

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