The Works of the British Poets, 10. kötetJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 oldal |
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66. oldal
... Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and ftain us deeper ftill ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of heaven ? Where fhall I find bim ? Angels ! tell me where . You know him : He is ...
... Shall it evaporate in fume ? fly off Fuliginous , and ftain us deeper ftill ? Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd ? More wretched for the clemencies of heaven ? Where fhall I find bim ? Angels ! tell me where . You know him : He is ...
72. oldal
... shall they languish , fhall they die , in vain ? Ungrateful , fhall we grieve their hovering fhades , Which wait the revolution in our hearts ? Shall we difdain their filent , foft addrefs ; Their pofthumous advice , and pious prayer ...
... shall they languish , fhall they die , in vain ? Ungrateful , fhall we grieve their hovering fhades , Which wait the revolution in our hearts ? Shall we difdain their filent , foft addrefs ; Their pofthumous advice , and pious prayer ...
74. oldal
... Shall I dare fay , peculiar is the fate ? I've been fo long remember'd , I'm forgot . An object ever prefiing dims the fight , And hides behind its ardour to be feen . When in his courtiers ears I pour my plaint , They drink it as the ...
... Shall I dare fay , peculiar is the fate ? I've been fo long remember'd , I'm forgot . An object ever prefiing dims the fight , And hides behind its ardour to be feen . When in his courtiers ears I pour my plaint , They drink it as the ...
76. oldal
... shall man fuftain ? Oh the burit gates ! crufh'd fting ! demolish'd throne ! . [ heaven ! Laft gafp of vanquish'd death . Shout earth and This fum of good to man . Whofe nature , then , Took wing , and mounted with him from the tomb ...
... shall man fuftain ? Oh the burit gates ! crufh'd fting ! demolish'd throne ! . [ heaven ! Laft gafp of vanquish'd death . Shout earth and This fum of good to man . Whofe nature , then , Took wing , and mounted with him from the tomb ...
77. oldal
... Shall I dive into the deep ? Call to the fun , or ask the roaring winds , For their Creator ? Shall I queftion loud The thunder , if in that th ' Almighty dwells ? Or holds he furious forms in ftreighten'd reins , And bids fierce ...
... Shall I dive into the deep ? Call to the fun , or ask the roaring winds , For their Creator ? Shall I queftion loud The thunder , if in that th ' Almighty dwells ? Or holds he furious forms in ftreighten'd reins , And bids fierce ...
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217. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
217. oldal - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
217. oldal - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
223. oldal - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
63. 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.
247. oldal - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
231. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
220. oldal - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
14. oldal - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
379. oldal - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...