Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and to Comprise, in One Volume, the Beauties of English PoetryBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1817 - 260 pages |
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... never talk'd of love . " In humblest , simplest habit clad , No wealth nor power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had , But these were all to me . " The blossom opening to the day , The dews of heaven refined , Could naught of ...
... never talk'd of love . " In humblest , simplest habit clad , No wealth nor power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had , But these were all to me . " The blossom opening to the day , The dews of heaven refined , Could naught of ...
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... 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 . " THE THREE WARNINGS . A TALE . BY MRS ...
... 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 . " THE THREE WARNINGS . A TALE . BY MRS ...
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... never more delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in scatter'd fragments strew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he said , his soul on fire , With a disdainful air he struck the lyre . Quick to ...
... never more delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in scatter'd fragments strew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he said , his soul on fire , With a disdainful air he struck the lyre . Quick to ...
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... sad , and decent pride , Far from those scenes which knew their better days , His aged widow and his daughter live , Whom yet my frutless search could never find . Romantic wish ! would this the daughter were ! " 52 SELECT POEMS .
... sad , and decent pride , Far from those scenes which knew their better days , His aged widow and his daughter live , Whom yet my frutless search could never find . Romantic wish ! would this the daughter were ! " 52 SELECT POEMS .
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... never comes too late , And Happiness too swiftly flies : Thought would destroy their paradise . No more : where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise . THE COUNTRY BOX , 1757 . BY ROBERT LLOYD , M. A. THE wealthy Cit , grown old ...
... never comes too late , And Happiness too swiftly flies : Thought would destroy their paradise . No more : where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise . THE COUNTRY BOX , 1757 . BY ROBERT LLOYD , M. A. THE wealthy Cit , grown old ...
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Amid art thou beauty Beneath bird bless bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright call'd charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane dear delight E'en e'er earth Edwin eyes fair fair Lady fairies fate fix'd flow flower fond gay Nature gentle gloom glow grace grove hand happy hear heart heaven holy hour lamp at midnight light live lubber fiend lyre maid mind Mirth morn mourn muse Musidora Nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion peace Philomel pity pleasing pleasure praise pride rest rise round shade shine sigh sing skies smiling smiling train soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spring stamp'd swain sweet tale tear tender Thaïs thee thine thou thought Timotheus touch of joy train trembling Tryphiodorus Twas vale virtue voice warbling WILLIAM MELMOTH wind wings youth
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Page 134 - Of grateful evening mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Page 55 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Page 135 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 171 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 94 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 92 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined • Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 91 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 174 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 240 - And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
Page 125 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...