The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... give , That I might choose my method how to live ; And all those hours propitious Fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend ; Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform , not little nor too great ...
... give , That I might choose my method how to live ; And all those hours propitious Fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend ; Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform , not little nor too great ...
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... give ) Near some obliging modest fair to live : For there's that sweetness in a female mind , Which in a man's we cannot hope to find ; That , by a secret , but a powerful art , Winds up the spring of life , and does impart Fresh vital ...
... give ) Near some obliging modest fair to live : For there's that sweetness in a female mind , Which in a man's we cannot hope to find ; That , by a secret , but a powerful art , Winds up the spring of life , and does impart Fresh vital ...
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... Give life an edge so keen , no surly care Would venture to assault my soul , or dare , Near my retreat , to hide one ... give for my revenge so dear a rate : For what do we by all our bustle gain , But counterfeit delight for real pain ...
... Give life an edge so keen , no surly care Would venture to assault my soul , or dare , Near my retreat , to hide one ... give for my revenge so dear a rate : For what do we by all our bustle gain , But counterfeit delight for real pain ...
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... can trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an usurpation . I have no title to aspire ; Yet , when 10 SWIFT . On the Death of Dr Swift.
... can trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an usurpation . I have no title to aspire ; Yet , when 10 SWIFT . On the Death of Dr Swift.
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... give a shrug , and cry , " I'm sorry - but we all must die ! " * * * My female friends , whose tender hearts Have better learn'd to act their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead : ( Pray what is trumps ...
... give a shrug , and cry , " I'm sorry - but we all must die ! " * * * My female friends , whose tender hearts Have better learn'd to act their parts , Receive the news in doleful dumps : " The Dean is dead : ( Pray what is trumps ...
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Страница 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Страница 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Страница 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Страница 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Страница 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Страница 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Страница 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Страница 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...