The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... feel no motive so power- ful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polished imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of any handle of the soul , to lead it away betimes from vicious pleasures ; and if I ...
... feel no motive so power- ful as that which applies itself to their ingenuity , and their polished imagination . Now I thought it lawful to take hold of any handle of the soul , to lead it away betimes from vicious pleasures ; and if I ...
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... feels the rapture strong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a sweeter song . GOD'S DOMINION AND DECREES . KEEP silence , all created things , And wait your Maker's nod : The Muse stands trembling while she sings The honours of her ...
... feels the rapture strong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a sweeter song . GOD'S DOMINION AND DECREES . KEEP silence , all created things , And wait your Maker's nod : The Muse stands trembling while she sings The honours of her ...
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... feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face . Why move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . VOL . XXIII . E Dear Sovereign ...
... feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but to see his face . Why move my years in slow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . VOL . XXIII . E Dear Sovereign ...
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... sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! I feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . THE HUMBLE INQUIRY : A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED , 1695 56 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS .
... sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! I feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . THE HUMBLE INQUIRY : A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED , 1695 56 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS .
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... feel my flesh decay , Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes , To view the tottering clay . But I forbid my sorrows now , Nor dares the flesh complain ; Diseases bring their profit too ; The joy o'ercomes the pain . My cheerful soul now ...
... feel my flesh decay , Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes , To view the tottering clay . But I forbid my sorrows now , Nor dares the flesh complain ; Diseases bring their profit too ; The joy o'ercomes the pain . My cheerful soul now ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 23 Ezekiel Sanford Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1819 |
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Էջ 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Էջ 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Էջ 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Էջ ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Էջ 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Էջ 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Էջ 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Էջ 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Էջ 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Էջ 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.