Original Poems, Том 2A. Kincaid and W. Creech, and J. Balfour, 1773 |
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... light , They had not time to take a steady sight . For truth has fuch a face and fuch a mien , As , to be lov'd , needs only to be seen . The bloody Bear , an Independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate exprefs'd . Among ...
... light , They had not time to take a steady sight . For truth has fuch a face and fuch a mien , As , to be lov'd , needs only to be seen . The bloody Bear , an Independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate exprefs'd . Among ...
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... light , A blaze of glory that forbids the fight . O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd , And fearch no farther ... lights ; and , when their glimpfe was gone , My pride struck out new sparkles of her own . Such was I , fuch by ...
... light , A blaze of glory that forbids the fight . O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd , And fearch no farther ... lights ; and , when their glimpfe was gone , My pride struck out new sparkles of her own . Such was I , fuch by ...
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... light , And stood before his train confefs'd in open fight . For , fince thus wondrously he pafs'd , ' tis plain , One fingle place two bodies did contain . And fure the fame omnipotence as well Can make one body in more places dwell ...
... light , And stood before his train confefs'd in open fight . For , fince thus wondrously he pafs'd , ' tis plain , One fingle place two bodies did contain . And fure the fame omnipotence as well Can make one body in more places dwell ...
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... light as chaff that flies before the wind . Were all those wonders wrought by pow'r divine , As means or ends of fome more deep design ? Moft fure as means , whofe end was this alone , To prove the Godhead of th ' eternal Son . God thus ...
... light as chaff that flies before the wind . Were all those wonders wrought by pow'r divine , As means or ends of fome more deep design ? Moft fure as means , whofe end was this alone , To prove the Godhead of th ' eternal Son . God thus ...
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... light By which she makes our nether regions bright , So might the fhine , reflecting from afar The rays The borrow'd from a better ftar ; Big with the beams , which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now ...
... light By which she makes our nether regions bright , So might the fhine , reflecting from afar The rays The borrow'd from a better ftar ; Big with the beams , which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now ...
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Страница 235 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Страница 236 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Страница 229 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thou did each in other live ; 5 Nor wouldst thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
Страница 221 - The bottom did the top appear ; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, shew'd the woods ; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, And shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.
Страница 236 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
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Страница 147 - Another's diving bow he did adore, Which with a shog casts all the hair before, Till he, with full decorum, brings it back, And rises with a water-spaniel shake. 3» As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, These sure he took from most of you who write.
Страница 230 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Страница 244 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress ; But, ah ! the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.