Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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SELECTION OF POEMS . ON THE CREATION . WE to JEHOVAH's altar bring The incense of these pious lays ; May he inspire us , while we sing His greatness , and his goodness praise . But how shall we exalt his name , Whose wise , all ...
SELECTION OF POEMS . ON THE CREATION . WE to JEHOVAH's altar bring The incense of these pious lays ; May he inspire us , while we sing His greatness , and his goodness praise . But how shall we exalt his name , Whose wise , all ...
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... brings her loaded pail , And young affection lisps its tale ; Lead to dusky lanes or shades , Where tall oaks lift high their heads : To the seat of happiness , To the garden's lov'd recess ; Beds with pinks and roses gay , The pride ...
... brings her loaded pail , And young affection lisps its tale ; Lead to dusky lanes or shades , Where tall oaks lift high their heads : To the seat of happiness , To the garden's lov'd recess ; Beds with pinks and roses gay , The pride ...
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... ever pure , Diffuse thy balm into my breast , Bring with thee happiness and rest : Sooth each melancholy sigh , Teach me to live , and teach to die . Weekly Amusement . THE SONG OF SIMEON PARAPHRASED . ' Tis enough - 14.
... ever pure , Diffuse thy balm into my breast , Bring with thee happiness and rest : Sooth each melancholy sigh , Teach me to live , and teach to die . Weekly Amusement . THE SONG OF SIMEON PARAPHRASED . ' Tis enough - 14.
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... bring , Love only knows perpetual spring . Devouring time , with stealing pace , Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; And marble tow'rs , and walls of brass , In his rude march he levels low ; But time , destroying far and wide , Love from ...
... bring , Love only knows perpetual spring . Devouring time , with stealing pace , Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; And marble tow'rs , and walls of brass , In his rude march he levels low ; But time , destroying far and wide , Love from ...
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... British flags triumphant fly ; Oh ! then , when Neptune's sons exult , And ev'ry heart beats high with joy , In safety to his native shore Bring back my conq'ring Sailor Boy . VERSES , Occasioned by the pusillanimous conduct of a Magis- 60.
... British flags triumphant fly ; Oh ! then , when Neptune's sons exult , And ev'ry heart beats high with joy , In safety to his native shore Bring back my conq'ring Sailor Boy . VERSES , Occasioned by the pusillanimous conduct of a Magis- 60.
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basket woman beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breath bright canst charms cheek cheer cry'd dear death delight doom'd e'er EPIGRAM ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flame flow'r flower folding star fond friend of human gale gentle give gloom glow grace grief hail happy hast heart heav'n hope hour kind gentlemen LADY life's lov'd love's lyre Magazine maid mind morn mourn muse Musidora ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pindar pity pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rapture RICHARD PLANTAGENET rill rise rose rove sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spring strain stream swain sweet tear Tell tender thee thine thought thro TOM JONES trembling Twas vale vex'd voice wilt thou wind wings wish youth
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Страница 293 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Страница 150 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 132 - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
Страница 208 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Страница 263 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Страница 171 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Страница 264 - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Страница 150 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Страница 134 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
Страница 133 - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.