The Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century VerseDavid Nichol Smith Clarendon Press, 1926 - 727 страница |
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... my Retreat , From all roving Thoughts be freed , Or Aims , that may Contention breed : Nor be my Endeavours led By Goods , that perish with the Dead ! Fitly might the Life of Man Be indeed esteem'd a 42 ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA.
... my Retreat , From all roving Thoughts be freed , Or Aims , that may Contention breed : Nor be my Endeavours led By Goods , that perish with the Dead ! Fitly might the Life of Man Be indeed esteem'd a 42 ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA.
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... dead to all the Globe , And all the Globe is dead to me . Were the whole Realm of Nature mine , That were a Present far too small ; Love so amazing , so divine Demands my Soul , my Life , my All . Hymns and Spiritual Songs , 1707 35 A ...
... dead to all the Globe , And all the Globe is dead to me . Were the whole Realm of Nature mine , That were a Present far too small ; Love so amazing , so divine Demands my Soul , my Life , my All . Hymns and Spiritual Songs , 1707 35 A ...
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... dead . ' Besides , his memory decays : ' He recollects not what he says ; ' He cannot call his friends to mind ; ' Forgets the place where last he din'd ; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er ; ' He told them fifty times before . ' How ...
... dead . ' Besides , his memory decays : ' He recollects not what he says ; ' He cannot call his friends to mind ; ' Forgets the place where last he din'd ; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er ; ' He told them fifty times before . ' How ...
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... dead . ' Before the passing - bell begun , The news through half the town is run . ' O ! may we all for death prepare ! ' What has he left ? and who's his heir ? ' I know no more than what the news is 80 JONATHAN SWIFT.
... dead . ' Before the passing - bell begun , The news through half the town is run . ' O ! may we all for death prepare ! ' What has he left ? and who's his heir ? ' I know no more than what the news is 80 JONATHAN SWIFT.
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... dead . ' And Lady Suffolk in the spleen Runs laughing up to tell the Queen . The Queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries ' Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . " He's dead , you say ; then let him rot ; I'm glad the medals were ...
... dead . ' And Lady Suffolk in the spleen Runs laughing up to tell the Queen . The Queen , so gracious , mild , and good , Cries ' Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . " He's dead , you say ; then let him rot ; I'm glad the medals were ...
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Страница 373 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Страница 55 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Страница 551 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill.
Страница 371 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to extasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress d their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Страница 132 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Страница 120 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reasoning but to err...
Страница 372 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Страница 489 - O, 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 ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Страница 668 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Страница 118 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men, what spirits know Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.