The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... once , and in broad herds up - sprung . The grassy clods now calv'd , now half appear'd The tawny lion , pawing to get free His hinder parts , then springs as broke from bonds , And rampant shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The ...
... once , and in broad herds up - sprung . The grassy clods now calv'd , now half appear'd The tawny lion , pawing to get free His hinder parts , then springs as broke from bonds , And rampant shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The ...
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... once came forth whatever creeps the ground Insect or worm : those wav'd their limber fans For wings , and smallest lineaments exact In all the liv'ries deck'd of summer's pride , With spots of gold and purple , blue and green : These as ...
... once came forth whatever creeps the ground Insect or worm : those wav'd their limber fans For wings , and smallest lineaments exact In all the liv'ries deck'd of summer's pride , With spots of gold and purple , blue and green : These as ...
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... once heard Delightfully , Increase and multiply , Now death to hear ! for what can I increase Or multiply , but curses on my head ? Who , of all ages to succeed , but feeling The evil on him brought by me , will curse My head ? Ill fare ...
... once heard Delightfully , Increase and multiply , Now death to hear ! for what can I increase Or multiply , but curses on my head ? Who , of all ages to succeed , but feeling The evil on him brought by me , will curse My head ? Ill fare ...
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... once we to the grave descend , in vain · Hope ever to return , and breathe again . Chance gave us birth , chance form'd our brittle frame , Nor know we how , or why , or whence we came : Smoke is our breath , a spark our vital part ...
... once we to the grave descend , in vain · Hope ever to return , and breathe again . Chance gave us birth , chance form'd our brittle frame , Nor know we how , or why , or whence we came : Smoke is our breath , a spark our vital part ...
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... once were , and teach our sons to live . Lose not the little portion fate allows , That is man's lot - this all the heaven he knows . Thus they , who from the ways of truth decline , Pervert their reason to confirm their sin ; The mists ...
... once were , and teach our sons to live . Lose not the little portion fate allows , That is man's lot - this all the heaven he knows . Thus they , who from the ways of truth decline , Pervert their reason to confirm their sin ; The mists ...
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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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Էջ 81 - 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...
Էջ 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Էջ 94 - 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...
Էջ 92 - 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...
Էջ 91 - 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.
Էջ 19 - 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.
Էջ 176 - 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...
Էջ 20 - 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...
Էջ 78 - 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.