Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing Office |
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... The dress of each was much the same , And VIRTUE was my seraph's name . When thus the angel silence broke , Her voice was music , as she spoke : * The Hermit . Attend , Attend , O man , nor leave my side , IN VERSE AND PROSE . 21.
... The dress of each was much the same , And VIRTUE was my seraph's name . When thus the angel silence broke , Her voice was music , as she spoke : * The Hermit . Attend , Attend , O man , nor leave my side , IN VERSE AND PROSE . 21.
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Tis here and may be yours for , know I'm all that's Happiness below . ? To Vice I leave tumultuous joys ; Mine is the still and softer voice ; B 3 1 That That whispers peace , when storms invade , And musick IN VERSE AND PROSE . 29.
Tis here and may be yours for , know I'm all that's Happiness below . ? To Vice I leave tumultuous joys ; Mine is the still and softer voice ; B 3 1 That That whispers peace , when storms invade , And musick IN VERSE AND PROSE . 29.
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Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band , ( As by the impious thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mein , With screaming Horror's fun'ral cry , Despair , and fell disease , and ghastly ...
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band , ( As by the impious thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mein , With screaming Horror's fun'ral cry , Despair , and fell disease , and ghastly ...
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... soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cunning : The melting voice thro ' mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden foul of harmony ...
... soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cunning : The melting voice thro ' mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden foul of harmony ...
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Too well the love - lorn maiden knew The solemn boding sound : And thus , in dying words , bespoke The virgins weeping round : * I hear a voice you cannot hear , Which says , I must not stay ; I see a hand you cannot see , Which beckons ...
Too well the love - lorn maiden knew The solemn boding sound : And thus , in dying words , bespoke The virgins weeping round : * I hear a voice you cannot hear , Which says , I must not stay ; I see a hand you cannot see , Which beckons ...
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Страница 142 - 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; "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
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Страница 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 142 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Страница 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Страница 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Страница 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.