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Side 25
Hence the glofly kind Try every winning way inventive love Can dictate , and in
courtship to their mates Pour forth their little souls . First , wide around , 620 With
distant awe , in airy rings they rove , Endeavouring by a thousand tricks ...
Hence the glofly kind Try every winning way inventive love Can dictate , and in
courtship to their mates Pour forth their little souls . First , wide around , 620 With
distant awe , in airy rings they rove , Endeavouring by a thousand tricks ...
Side 43
Ten thousand fears Invented wild , ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals ,
hanging on the charms For which he melts in fondness , eat him up 1095 With
fervent anguish , and consuming rage . In vain reproaches lend their idle aid ...
Ten thousand fears Invented wild , ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals ,
hanging on the charms For which he melts in fondness , eat him up 1095 With
fervent anguish , and consuming rage . In vain reproaches lend their idle aid ...
Side 58
... 245 To higher life ; by myriads , forth at once , Swarming they pour ; of all the
vary'd hues Their beauty - beaming parent can disclose . Ten thousand forms !
Ten thousand different tribes ! People the blaze . To sunny waters some 250 By
fatal ...
... 245 To higher life ; by myriads , forth at once , Swarming they pour ; of all the
vary'd hues Their beauty - beaming parent can disclose . Ten thousand forms !
Ten thousand different tribes ! People the blaze . To sunny waters some 250 By
fatal ...
Side 69
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky , A thousand shapes or glide athwart
the dusk , Or stalk majestic on . Deep - rous'd , I feel 540 A sacred terror , a
severe delight , Creep thro ' my mortal frame ; and thus , methinks , A voice , than
human ...
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky , A thousand shapes or glide athwart
the dusk , Or stalk majestic on . Deep - rous'd , I feel 540 A sacred terror , a
severe delight , Creep thro ' my mortal frame ; and thus , methinks , A voice , than
human ...
Side 150
820 Oh is there not some patriot , in whose power That beft , that godlike Luxury
is plac'd , Of blessing thousands , thousands yet unborn , Thro ' late posterity ?
fome , large of soul , To chear dejected industry ? to give 825 A double harvest to
...
820 Oh is there not some patriot , in whose power That beft , that godlike Luxury
is plac'd , Of blessing thousands , thousands yet unborn , Thro ' late posterity ?
fome , large of soul , To chear dejected industry ? to give 825 A double harvest to
...
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ages amid bank beam beauty beneath bloom breath breeze bright calm circling clouds comes dark death deep delight deſcends earth ether fair fall fancy fate fear feels fields fierce firſt fits flame flood force foul friends gentle gives gloom grace grove hand happy head heart heaven Hence hills human kind land laſt light lively look luxury mind mingled mountains Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er once peace plain pride pure race rage riſe river rocks roll round rural ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhe ſhining ſky ſmile ſnow ſoft ſong ſoul ſpreads Spring ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſuch ſun ſweep ſwelling thee theſe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro till toil train turn vale various virtue voice walks wander waſte wave whole whoſe wide wild winds wing Winter woods youth
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Side 214 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 183 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 212 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Side 182 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Side 212 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Side 183 - ... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Side 210 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends .His desolate domain.
Side 125 - While these unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole. The various turns Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.
Side 165 - And day to day, through the revolving year ; Admiring, sees her in her every shape ; Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ; Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
Side 23 - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heaven and Earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts Continual climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.