Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts : Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining : the Whole Being a Collection of the Best Pieces in Our LanguageWilliam Davenhill, 1770 - Počet stran: 248 |
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Strana 30
... these heav'ns , To us invifible , or dimly feen In these thy loweft works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought , and pow'r divine . Speak ye who beft can tell , ye fons of light , Angels ; for ye behold him , and with fongs ...
... these heav'ns , To us invifible , or dimly feen In these thy loweft works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought , and pow'r divine . Speak ye who beft can tell , ye fons of light , Angels ; for ye behold him , and with fongs ...
Strana 44
... these rolling spheres ; The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with revolutions every hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate ...
... these rolling spheres ; The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with revolutions every hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate ...
Strana 50
... these , How dreadful , then , to meet them all alone , A ftranger ! unacknowledg'd ! unapprov'd ! Now woo them ; wed them ; bind them to thy breaft ; To win thy wish , creation has no more . Or if we wish a fourth , it is a friend— But ...
... these , How dreadful , then , to meet them all alone , A ftranger ! unacknowledg'd ! unapprov'd ! Now woo them ; wed them ; bind them to thy breaft ; To win thy wish , creation has no more . Or if we wish a fourth , it is a friend— But ...
Strana 52
... youth , love , virtue , joy ! this group deas , flow'rs of paradise , But friends , i Take Phoebus feit ! in one blaze we bind , efent it to the skies ; as all W We guess of heav'n . and these were all her 52 FOR POEMS.
... youth , love , virtue , joy ! this group deas , flow'rs of paradise , But friends , i Take Phoebus feit ! in one blaze we bind , efent it to the skies ; as all W We guess of heav'n . and these were all her 52 FOR POEMS.
Strana 53
... these were all her own . And she was mine ; and I was - was moft bleft- Gay title of the deepest misery ! As bodies grow more pond'rous , robb'd of life ; Good loft weighs more in grief , than gain'd , in joy . Like bloffom'd trees , o ...
... these were all her own . And she was mine ; and I was - was moft bleft- Gay title of the deepest misery ! As bodies grow more pond'rous , robb'd of life ; Good loft weighs more in grief , than gain'd , in joy . Like bloffom'd trees , o ...
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Strana 34 - The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains! and ye valleys, rise! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay! Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold!
Strana 227 - GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Strana 39 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Strana 39 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way...
Strana 33 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O Thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire! Rapt into future times the bard begun: A Virgin shall conceive — a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a Branch arise Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies: Th' Ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic Dove.
Strana 31 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Strana 63 - Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store.
Strana 64 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Strana 30 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Strana 42 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death, And from each scene the noblest truths inspire.