The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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7. oldal
... mean a state ; For in both these we may expect to find A creeping spirit , or a haughty mind . Who moves within the middle region , shares The least disquiets , and the smallest cares . Let her extraction with true lustre shine ; If ...
... mean a state ; For in both these we may expect to find A creeping spirit , or a haughty mind . Who moves within the middle region , shares The least disquiets , and the smallest cares . Let her extraction with true lustre shine ; If ...
28. oldal
... mean attempt . " A subject more within the scope of his genius was soon afterwards presented to him . In 1706 he published the poem upon Cider , written on the model of the Georgics - a poem of which Dr. Johnson , usually so chary of ...
... mean attempt . " A subject more within the scope of his genius was soon afterwards presented to him . In 1706 he published the poem upon Cider , written on the model of the Georgics - a poem of which Dr. Johnson , usually so chary of ...
31. oldal
... Mean - while blind British bards with volant touch Traverse loquacious strings , whose solemn notes Provoke to harmless revels . THE SPLENDID SHILLING . HAPPY the man who , void of cares and strife , In silken or in leathern purse ...
... Mean - while blind British bards with volant touch Traverse loquacious strings , whose solemn notes Provoke to harmless revels . THE SPLENDID SHILLING . HAPPY the man who , void of cares and strife , In silken or in leathern purse ...
33. oldal
... Mean - while I labour with eternal drought , And restless wish , and rave ; my parched throat Finds no relief , nor heavy eyes repose ; But if a slumber haply does invade My weary limbs , my fancy ' s still awake , Thoughtful of drink ...
... Mean - while I labour with eternal drought , And restless wish , and rave ; my parched throat Finds no relief , nor heavy eyes repose ; But if a slumber haply does invade My weary limbs , my fancy ' s still awake , Thoughtful of drink ...
40. oldal
... means to work his ends : ' Tis thus , withdrawn in state from human eye , The power exerts his attributes on high ... mean , suspicious wretch , whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor ; With him I left the cup , to ...
... means to work his ends : ' Tis thus , withdrawn in state from human eye , The power exerts his attributes on high ... mean , suspicious wretch , whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor ; With him I left the cup , to ...
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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...