The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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37. oldal
... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign ; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away ...
... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign ; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away ...
38. oldal
... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
101. oldal
... rage of gain : Teach him that states of native strength possest , Though very poor , may still be very blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away : While self - dependent power can ...
... rage of gain : Teach him that states of native strength possest , Though very poor , may still be very blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away : While self - dependent power can ...
106. oldal
... rage sustains . Now still and vacant is the dusty street , And still and vacant where yon fields extend , Save where those swains , oppress'd with toil and heat , The grassy harvest of the mead attend . Lost is the lively aspect of the ...
... rage sustains . Now still and vacant is the dusty street , And still and vacant where yon fields extend , Save where those swains , oppress'd with toil and heat , The grassy harvest of the mead attend . Lost is the lively aspect of the ...
108. oldal
... rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to the tomb . Lest man should sink beneath the present pain , Lest man should triumph in the present joy ; For him th ' unvarying " laws of Heaven ordain " Hope in his ills , and to ...
... rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to the tomb . Lest man should sink beneath the present pain , Lest man should triumph in the present joy ; For him th ' unvarying " laws of Heaven ordain " Hope in his ills , and to ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: A Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, Compiled ... Thomas Janes Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust 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 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 poor pow'r praise pride proud rage 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 wondrous wretch
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81. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
93. oldal - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
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...
92. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
91. oldal - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
203. oldal - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
19. oldal - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
176. 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
20. oldal - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
78. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous 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, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.