The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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18. oldal
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . PARAPHRASE ON PSALM XXIII . THE Lord my pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a ...
... o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine : ' Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle , And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile . PARAPHRASE ON PSALM XXIII . THE Lord my pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a ...
20. oldal
... Father's side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . most valuable works to which genius has ever given existence.
... Father's side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . most valuable works to which genius has ever given existence.
21. oldal
... behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . Greatbatch Or if I climb th ' eternal hills , Where. Love on a Cross and a Throne.
... behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , And buys my pleasure with his pains . Greatbatch Or if I climb th ' eternal hills , Where. Love on a Cross and a Throne.
26. oldal
... Cannot coast it in an age ; Harts , or horses , strong and fleet , Had they wings to help their feet , Could not run it half way o'er In ten thousand days and more . Yet the silly wandering mind , Loth to be too 26 . WATTS .
... Cannot coast it in an age ; Harts , or horses , strong and fleet , Had they wings to help their feet , Could not run it half way o'er In ten thousand days and more . Yet the silly wandering mind , Loth to be too 26 . WATTS .
31. oldal
... O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese High over - shadowing rides , with a design To vend his wares , or at th ' Arvonian mart Or Maridunum , or the ancient town Yclep'd Brechinia , or where ...
... O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese High over - shadowing rides , with a design To vend his wares , or at th ' Arvonian mart Or Maridunum , or the ancient town Yclep'd Brechinia , or where ...
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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...