The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... souls in human bodies are . But when to all she had example shew'd , How to be great and humble , chaste and good , Her soul , for earth too excellent , too high , Flew to its peers , the princes of the sky . THE CHOICE . IF Heaven the ...
... souls in human bodies are . But when to all she had example shew'd , How to be great and humble , chaste and good , Her soul , for earth too excellent , too high , Flew to its peers , the princes of the sky . THE CHOICE . IF Heaven the ...
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... soul she should have for great actions fit ; Prudence and wisdom to direct her wit : Courage to look bold danger in the face ; No fear , but only to be proud , or base ; Quick to advise , by an emergence prest , To POMFRET . 5.
... soul she should have for great actions fit ; Prudence and wisdom to direct her wit : Courage to look bold danger in the face ; No fear , but only to be proud , or base ; Quick to advise , by an emergence prest , To POMFRET . 5.
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... soul , or dare , Near my retreat , to hide one secret snare . But so divine , so noble a repast I'd seldom , and with moderation , taste : For highest cordials all their virtue lose , By a too frequent and too bold a use ; And what ...
... soul , or dare , Near my retreat , to hide one secret snare . But so divine , so noble a repast I'd seldom , and with moderation , taste : For highest cordials all their virtue lose , By a too frequent and too bold a use ; And what ...
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... soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) Six deans , they say , must bear the pall : ( I wish I knew what king to call . ) Madam , your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend ? " " No , madam , ' tis a shocking sight ...
... soul ! ( Ladies , I'll venture for the vole . ) Six deans , they say , must bear the pall : ( I wish I knew what king to call . ) Madam , your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend ? " " No , madam , ' tis a shocking sight ...
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... soul was in a more sprightly frame , to entertain his friends or himself with a divine or moral song - he hopes he shall find an easy pardon . These remarks occur in the preface to his Lyric Poems ; the subjects of which are varied ...
... soul was in a more sprightly frame , to entertain his friends or himself with a divine or moral song - he hopes he shall find an easy pardon . These remarks occur in the preface to his Lyric Poems ; the subjects of which are varied ...
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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...