The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... Night From a Letter from Italy Thoughts 43 17 From the Love of Fame 47 Paraphrase on Psalm XXIII . 18 An Ode 19 WATTS . From Oxford Love on a Cross and a Throne False Greatness Few Happy Matches Earth and Heaven True Riches Looking ...
... Night From a Letter from Italy Thoughts 43 17 From the Love of Fame 47 Paraphrase on Psalm XXIII . 18 An Ode 19 WATTS . From Oxford Love on a Cross and a Throne False Greatness Few Happy Matches Earth and Heaven True Riches Looking ...
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... Night 75 LYTTLETON . SOMERVILLE . Advice to a Lady 129 From Field Sports 77 From the Chase 79 JOHNSON . GREEN . From " London , a Poem " 133 From the Spleen 83 The Sparrow and Diamond 86 Prologue , spoken by Mr. Garrick , at the Opening ...
... Night 75 LYTTLETON . SOMERVILLE . Advice to a Lady 129 From Field Sports 77 From the Chase 79 JOHNSON . GREEN . From " London , a Poem " 133 From the Spleen 83 The Sparrow and Diamond 86 Prologue , spoken by Mr. Garrick , at the Opening ...
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... night : My Lady Club will take it ill , If he should fail her at quadrille . He lov'd the Dean- ( I lead a heart :) But dearest friends , they say , must part . His time was come ; he ran his race ; We hope he ' s in a better place ...
... night : My Lady Club will take it ill , If he should fail her at quadrille . He lov'd the Dean- ( I lead a heart :) But dearest friends , they say , must part . His time was come ; he ran his race ; We hope he ' s in a better place ...
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... intellectual circle , without a feeling that the gratitude and reverence paid to it , though perhaps involuntarily , are not unjustly paid . How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land , And ADDISON From the Complaint; or, Night.
... intellectual circle , without a feeling that the gratitude and reverence paid to it , though perhaps involuntarily , are not unjustly paid . How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land , And ADDISON From the Complaint; or, Night.
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... night , Season of rest , but well bedew'd repair Each to his home with unsupplanted feet . Ere heav'n ' s emblazon'd by the rosy dawn , Domestic cares awake them ; brisk they rise , Refresh'd , and lively with the joys that flow From ...
... night , Season of rest , but well bedew'd repair Each to his home with unsupplanted feet . Ere heav'n ' s emblazon'd by the rosy dawn , Domestic cares awake them ; brisk they rise , Refresh'd , and lively with the joys that flow From ...
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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...