The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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27. oldal
... receiving , And t ' herself a stranger living . Never , never would she buy Indian dust , or Tyrian dye , Never trade abroad for more , If she saw her native store ; If her inward worth were known , She might ever live alone . LOOKING ...
... receiving , And t ' herself a stranger living . Never , never would she buy Indian dust , or Tyrian dye , Never trade abroad for more , If she saw her native store ; If her inward worth were known , She might ever live alone . LOOKING ...
42. oldal
... received his early education on the foundation of Winchester College , and was afterwards trans- ferred to New College , Oxford . In this university he obtained a Law Fellowship , and subsequently , in 1719 , took the degree of Doctor ...
... received his early education on the foundation of Winchester College , and was afterwards trans- ferred to New College , Oxford . In this university he obtained a Law Fellowship , and subsequently , in 1719 , took the degree of Doctor ...
50. oldal
... received from him a solemn re- commendation to the patronage of Craggs , a recommendation which had the effect of continuing him in his office of Under Secretary of State , to which Mr. Addison had appointed him . He afterwards became ...
... received from him a solemn re- commendation to the patronage of Craggs , a recommendation which had the effect of continuing him in his office of Under Secretary of State , to which Mr. Addison had appointed him . He afterwards became ...
60. oldal
... receiving the consolations of the Roman Catholic faith , in which he had lived , died calmly , on the 30th of May , 1744. His last intelligible words were , that there was nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship , and indeed that ...
... receiving the consolations of the Roman Catholic faith , in which he had lived , died calmly , on the 30th of May , 1744. His last intelligible words were , that there was nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship , and indeed that ...
88. oldal
... receiving assistance now and then from persons whom his talents or troubles brought to him , but seeming as if absolutely doomed to misery by fate ; for the chances of prosperity which now and then came to him , passed away , and left ...
... receiving assistance now and then from persons whom his talents or troubles brought to him , but seeming as if absolutely doomed to misery by fate ; for the chances of prosperity which now and then came to him , passed away , and left ...
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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...