The young gentleman and lady's poetical preceptor, selected [by T. Woolston].1807 |
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... tears the punishment was just . But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack , Had that falfe fervant fped in fafety back ! This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to steal ; And what a fund of charity would fail ! Thus Heav'n inftructs ...
... tears the punishment was just . But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack , Had that falfe fervant fped in fafety back ! This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to steal ; And what a fund of charity would fail ! Thus Heav'n inftructs ...
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... tears their beauty loft ; No diftant landscapes draw our curious eyes , Wrapt in Night's robe the whole creation lies : Yet ftill , e'en now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' Almighty hand ; Millions of ...
... tears their beauty loft ; No diftant landscapes draw our curious eyes , Wrapt in Night's robe the whole creation lies : Yet ftill , e'en now , while darkness clothes the land , We view the traces of th ' Almighty hand ; Millions of ...
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... tears , thou dear departed friend ! Oh , gone for ever , take this long adieu ; And fleep in peace , next thy lov'd Montague ! To ftrew fresh laurels let the task be mine , A frequent pilgrim at thy facred shrine ; Mine with true fighs ...
... tears , thou dear departed friend ! Oh , gone for ever , take this long adieu ; And fleep in peace , next thy lov'd Montague ! To ftrew fresh laurels let the task be mine , A frequent pilgrim at thy facred shrine ; Mine with true fighs ...
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... d , whene'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance the fudden tears ! How fweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair , Thy floping walks , and unpolluted air ! How fweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees , Thy 60 POETICAL.
... d , whene'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance the fudden tears ! How fweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair , Thy floping walks , and unpolluted air ! How fweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees , Thy 60 POETICAL.
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... tear ; While all my warring paffions are at strife , O let me liften to the words of life ! Raptures deep - felt His doctrine did impart , And thus He rais'd from earth the drooping heart . Think not , when all your scanty stores afford ...
... tear ; While all my warring paffions are at strife , O let me liften to the words of life ! Raptures deep - felt His doctrine did impart , And thus He rais'd from earth the drooping heart . Think not , when all your scanty stores afford ...
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Страница 7 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Страница 227 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
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Страница 30 - Lo ! these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day ! So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others good, or melt at others woe.
Страница 105 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Страница 225 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Страница 201 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Страница 86 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Страница 32 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.