The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 oldal |
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... grave and serious performances of such as write in the " most engaging manner , by a kind of divine impulse , must be the " most effectual persuasives to goodness ? " - TATLER . LONDON : PRINTED BY C. WHITTINGHAM , Dean Street ; FOR ...
... grave and serious performances of such as write in the " most engaging manner , by a kind of divine impulse , must be the " most effectual persuasives to goodness ? " - TATLER . LONDON : PRINTED BY C. WHITTINGHAM , Dean Street ; FOR ...
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... ... Edwin and Angelina ....... .... Goldsmith .. 197 Eupolis ' Hymn to the CREATOR ...... Westley .... 204 Elegy on the African Slaves .......... Shenstone .. 210 The Grave ........ Blair ...... 214 ....... Lyttelton ... 244 vii.
... ... Edwin and Angelina ....... .... Goldsmith .. 197 Eupolis ' Hymn to the CREATOR ...... Westley .... 204 Elegy on the African Slaves .......... Shenstone .. 210 The Grave ........ Blair ...... 214 ....... Lyttelton ... 244 vii.
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Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry. The Grave ........ Blair ...... 214 ....... Lyttelton ... 244 A Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton .......... The Last Day .... ............... .. .......... Young ... .....
Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry. The Grave ........ Blair ...... 214 ....... Lyttelton ... 244 A Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton .......... The Last Day .... ............... .. .......... Young ... .....
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... grave , Or in some other dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living death ? O thought Horrid , if true ! yet why ? it was but breath Of life that sinn'd ; what dies but what had life And sin ? the body properly had neither . All ...
... grave , Or in some other dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living death ? O thought Horrid , if true ! yet why ? it was but breath Of life that sinn'd ; what dies but what had life And sin ? the body properly had neither . All ...
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... grave descend , in vain Hope ever to return , and breathe again . Chance gave us birth , chance form'd our brittle frame , Nor know we how , or why , or whence we came : Smoke is our breath , a spark our vital part , That warms , and ...
... grave descend , in vain Hope ever to return , and breathe again . Chance gave us birth , chance form'd our brittle frame , Nor know we how , or why , or whence we came : Smoke is our breath , a spark our vital part , That warms , and ...
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angels behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bow'rs breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd darkness death deep divine dreadful dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gloom glory golden grace grave GRONGAR HILL hand happy hast heart heaven hermit hill horrors hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind MONODY morn mortal Muse nature's ne'er night o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling Twas vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wretch
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19. oldal - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end ! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
94. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
78. oldal - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
90. oldal - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But. all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
92. oldal - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
95. oldal - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth, His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
89. oldal - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
147. oldal - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
26. oldal - His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive? Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! How glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap ? There I should rest, And sleep secure...
145. oldal - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...