Truths illustrated by great authors [ed. by W. White].1885 - 560 էջ |
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... Thomson . YE good distress'd ! Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath Life's pressure , yet bear up awhile , And what your bounded view , which only saw A little part , deem'd evil , is no more ; The storms of wintry Time will ...
... Thomson . YE good distress'd ! Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath Life's pressure , yet bear up awhile , And what your bounded view , which only saw A little part , deem'd evil , is no more ; The storms of wintry Time will ...
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... for on her as Queen A pomp of winning Graces waited still , And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes to wish her still in sight . Beauty . - Thomson . HER Form was fresher than OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 27.
... for on her as Queen A pomp of winning Graces waited still , And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes to wish her still in sight . Beauty . - Thomson . HER Form was fresher than OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 27.
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... Thomson . A NATIVE Grace Sat fair - proportion'd on her polish'd Limbs , Veil'd in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress : for Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of Ornament , But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the ...
... Thomson . A NATIVE Grace Sat fair - proportion'd on her polish'd Limbs , Veil'd in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the pomp of dress : for Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of Ornament , But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the ...
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... Thomson . " This waste of Music is the Voice of Love ; IS Love creates their Melody , and all That even to Birds , and Beasts , the tender arts Of pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive Love Can dictate ...
... Thomson . " This waste of Music is the Voice of Love ; IS Love creates their Melody , and all That even to Birds , and Beasts , the tender arts Of pleasing teaches . Hence the glossy kind Try every winning way inventive Love Can dictate ...
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... , down Childhood's cheek that flows , Tls like the dew - drop on the Rose ; When next the Summer breeze comes by , And waves the bush , the Flower is dry . Children . - - Thomson . OOK here and weep OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 57.
... , down Childhood's cheek that flows , Tls like the dew - drop on the Rose ; When next the Summer breeze comes by , And waves the bush , the Flower is dry . Children . - - Thomson . OOK here and weep OR , THINGS NEW AND OLD . 57.
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Էջ 104 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Էջ 358 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Էջ 142 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Էջ 379 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The...
Էջ 446 - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible, — even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Էջ 207 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Էջ 35 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Էջ 440 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Էջ 469 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Էջ 201 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.