The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... Tears , 221 Few Happy Matches , 222 To David Polhill , Esq . an Epistle , 224 The celebrated Victory of the Poles , & c . Ca sim . B. IV . Ode 4 , 226 To Mr. Henry Bendysh , 233 The Indian Philosopher , 234 The Happy Man , 236 Page To ...
... Tears , 221 Few Happy Matches , 222 To David Polhill , Esq . an Epistle , 224 The celebrated Victory of the Poles , & c . Ca sim . B. IV . Ode 4 , 226 To Mr. Henry Bendysh , 233 The Indian Philosopher , 234 The Happy Man , 236 Page To ...
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... tears at pleasure ; how wondrous a conquest might be obtained over a wild world , and reduce it , at least , to sobriety ; if the same happy talent were employed in dressing the scenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty ...
... tears at pleasure ; how wondrous a conquest might be obtained over a wild world , and reduce it , at least , to sobriety ; if the same happy talent were employed in dressing the scenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty ...
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... tear away the vital chord , A bloody victim to my Lord , [ zeal in death . And live without that impious string , or show my THE CREATOR AND CREATURES . GOD is a name my soul adores , The ' Almighty Three , the ' Eternal One ; Nature ...
... tear away the vital chord , A bloody victim to my Lord , [ zeal in death . And live without that impious string , or show my THE CREATOR AND CREATURES . GOD is a name my soul adores , The ' Almighty Three , the ' Eternal One ; Nature ...
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... tears of joy in all your eyes , Go , shepherds , kiss the Son . ' Thus Gabriel sang , and straight around The heavenly armies throng ; They tune their harps to lofty sound , And thus conclude the song : ' Glory to God that reigns above ...
... tears of joy in all your eyes , Go , shepherds , kiss the Son . ' Thus Gabriel sang , and straight around The heavenly armies throng ; They tune their harps to lofty sound , And thus conclude the song : ' Glory to God that reigns above ...
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... 'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace , The bloody Book 1 . 55 SACRED TO DEVOTION . The Penitent pardoned, ·
... 'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace , The bloody Book 1 . 55 SACRED TO DEVOTION . The Penitent pardoned, ·
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Страница 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Страница 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Страница 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Страница ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Страница 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Страница 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Страница 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Страница 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Страница 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Страница 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.