The Works of the British Poets, 10. kötetJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 oldal |
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60. oldal
... sleep ! He , like the world , his ready vifit pays Where fortune fmiles ; the wretched he forfakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe , And lights on lids unfullied with a tear . From short ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I ...
... sleep ! He , like the world , his ready vifit pays Where fortune fmiles ; the wretched he forfakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe , And lights on lids unfullied with a tear . From short ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I ...
61. oldal
... sleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ! Of stable pleasures on the toffing wave ! Eternal funshine in the ftorms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ! Joy ...
... sleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ! Of stable pleasures on the toffing wave ! Eternal funshine in the ftorms of life ! How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ! Joy ...
68. oldal
... sleep unfung ! And yet it fleeps , by genius unawak'd , Painim or Chriflian ; to the blush of wit Man's highest triumph ! man's profoundest fall ! The death - bed of the juft , is yet andrawn By mortal hand ! it merits a divine : Angels ...
... sleep unfung ! And yet it fleeps , by genius unawak'd , Painim or Chriflian ; to the blush of wit Man's highest triumph ! man's profoundest fall ! The death - bed of the juft , is yet andrawn By mortal hand ! it merits a divine : Angels ...
122. oldal
... sleep no more ! The day is broke , which never more fhall close ! Above , around , beneath , amazement ail ! Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our God in grandeur , and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of ...
... sleep no more ! The day is broke , which never more fhall close ! Above , around , beneath , amazement ail ! Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our God in grandeur , and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of ...
137. oldal
... Sleep's dewy wand Has ftrok'd my drooping lips , and promifes My long arrear of reft ; the downy god ( Wont to return with our returning peace ) Will pay ere long , and bless me with repose , [ cot , Hafte , hafte , fweet flranger ...
... Sleep's dewy wand Has ftrok'd my drooping lips , and promifes My long arrear of reft ; the downy god ( Wont to return with our returning peace ) Will pay ere long , and bless me with repose , [ cot , Hafte , hafte , fweet flranger ...
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217. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
217. oldal - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
217. oldal - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
223. oldal - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
63. oldal - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
247. oldal - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
231. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
220. oldal - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
14. oldal - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
379. oldal - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...