Select lessons in prose and verse, from various authors, to which are added a few original pieces1785 |
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... Face ; And when in Sms and Sorrow funk , Reviv'd my Soul with Grace . 9. Thy bounteous Hand with worldly Blifs Has made my Cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful Friend Has doubled all my Store . 10. Ten thoufand thoufand precious ...
... Face ; And when in Sms and Sorrow funk , Reviv'd my Soul with Grace . 9. Thy bounteous Hand with worldly Blifs Has made my Cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful Friend Has doubled all my Store . 10. Ten thoufand thoufand precious ...
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... Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear . In adamantine Chains fhall Death be bound , And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th ' eternal Wound . As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care , Seeks freshest Paftures and the pureft Air , Explores the loft ...
... Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear . In adamantine Chains fhall Death be bound , And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th ' eternal Wound . As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care , Seeks freshest Paftures and the pureft Air , Explores the loft ...
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... Face , Alone in Nature stands his dauntless Race , For utter Ignorance of Fear renown'd , In Wrath he rolls his baleful Eyes around , Makes every swoln , disdainful Heart subside , And holds Dominion o'er the Sons of Pride . F The HER ...
... Face , Alone in Nature stands his dauntless Race , For utter Ignorance of Fear renown'd , In Wrath he rolls his baleful Eyes around , Makes every swoln , disdainful Heart subside , And holds Dominion o'er the Sons of Pride . F The HER ...
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... Face ! When from his Veft the young Companion bore That Cup , the gen'rous Landlord own'd before , And paid profufely with the precious Bowl The ftinted Kindness of this churlish Soul , But now the Clouds in airy Tumult fly , The Sun ...
... Face ! When from his Veft the young Companion bore That Cup , the gen'rous Landlord own'd before , And paid profufely with the precious Bowl The ftinted Kindness of this churlish Soul , But now the Clouds in airy Tumult fly , The Sun ...
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... Face grew more ferenely sweet ; His Robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his Feet ; Fair Rounds of radiant Points invest his Hair ; Celestial Odours breathe thro ' purpled Air ; And Wings , whofe Colours glitter'd on the Day , Wide at ...
... Face grew more ferenely sweet ; His Robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his Feet ; Fair Rounds of radiant Points invest his Hair ; Celestial Odours breathe thro ' purpled Air ; And Wings , whofe Colours glitter'd on the Day , Wide at ...
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Страница 105 - 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.
Страница 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
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Страница 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Страница 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Страница 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Страница 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Страница 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Страница 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.