Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... sacred use design'd . Hard by a venerable priest , Ris'n with his god , the sun , from rest , Awoke his morning song ; Thrice he conjur'd the murm'ring stream , The birth of souls was all his theme , And half - divine his tongue . " He ...
... sacred use design'd . Hard by a venerable priest , Ris'n with his god , the sun , from rest , Awoke his morning song ; Thrice he conjur'd the murm'ring stream , The birth of souls was all his theme , And half - divine his tongue . " He ...
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... sacred fire shall friendship damp ? Love's arrow in my breast I feel ; No wound of Love can friendship heal . Ah , never can thy friendship prove What " in the golden age was Love ! " And " cannot Love on earth be found , Tho ' sought ...
... sacred fire shall friendship damp ? Love's arrow in my breast I feel ; No wound of Love can friendship heal . Ah , never can thy friendship prove What " in the golden age was Love ! " And " cannot Love on earth be found , Tho ' sought ...
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... sacred race The muse shall ever love to sing : Now wearied with the sport he lov'd , And faint with toil , and faint with heat , Dejected look'd , and slowly mov'd , And long❜d to rest , and long'd to eat . Sudden before his wond'ring ...
... sacred race The muse shall ever love to sing : Now wearied with the sport he lov'd , And faint with toil , and faint with heat , Dejected look'd , and slowly mov'd , And long❜d to rest , and long'd to eat . Sudden before his wond'ring ...
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... sacred nine . But soon , too soon her arts prevail'd , A magic languor on me hung ; Tho ' seeming strong , my pinions fail'd , The transports falter'd on my tongue . Grey morn unbarr'd the gates of light , With cloudless 101 The Triumph ...
... sacred nine . But soon , too soon her arts prevail'd , A magic languor on me hung ; Tho ' seeming strong , my pinions fail'd , The transports falter'd on my tongue . Grey morn unbarr'd the gates of light , With cloudless 101 The Triumph ...
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... sacred Gods she taught me to revere , To whom the hymns of gratitude belong . But who , O parent of the splendid day , Can paint thy glories in as bright a strain ? What heav'n - taught numbers can thy form display , O fairest of the ...
... sacred Gods she taught me to revere , To whom the hymns of gratitude belong . But who , O parent of the splendid day , Can paint thy glories in as bright a strain ? What heav'n - taught numbers can thy form display , O fairest of the ...
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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.