The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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4. oldal
... hand , She seem'd no otherwise a mistress there , Than godlike souls in human bodies are . But when to all she had example shew'd , How to be great and humble , chaste and good , Her soul , for earth too excellent , too high , Flew to ...
... hand , She seem'd no otherwise a mistress there , Than godlike souls in human bodies are . But when to all she had example shew'd , How to be great and humble , chaste and good , Her soul , for earth too excellent , too high , Flew to ...
15. oldal
... hand and seal the Irish nation Were forc'd to own to him their obligation . He that could once have half a kingdom bought , In half a minute is not worth a groat . His coffers from the coffin could not save , Nor all his interest keep ...
... hand and seal the Irish nation Were forc'd to own to him their obligation . He that could once have half a kingdom bought , In half a minute is not worth a groat . His coffers from the coffin could not save , Nor all his interest keep ...
17. oldal
... hand ! But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains , and her sunny shores , With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart , The smiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppression in her valleys reigns ...
... hand ! But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains , and her sunny shores , With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart , The smiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppression in her valleys reigns ...
19. oldal
... hand . Soon as the evening shades prevail , The moon takes up the wonderous tale ; And nightly , to the listening earth , Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn ...
... hand . Soon as the evening shades prevail , The moon takes up the wonderous tale ; And nightly , to the listening earth , Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn ...
23. oldal
... hands , Find blessings twisted with their bands , To soften all their cares . Not the wild herd of nymphs and swains That thoughtless fly into thy chains , As custom leads the way : If there be bliss without design , Ivies and oaks may ...
... hands , Find blessings twisted with their bands , To soften all their cares . Not the wild herd of nymphs and swains That thoughtless fly into thy chains , As custom leads the way : If there be bliss without design , Ivies and oaks may ...
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87. oldal - 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.
35. 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.
87. oldal - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun 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.
154. oldal - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
146. oldal - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
263. oldal - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
58. oldal - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
88. oldal - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
208. oldal - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
269. oldal - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...