Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, Svazek 1J. Burkitt, 1800 |
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Strana 25
... stream All limit loses ; and , with furious force , In its resistless tide , bears down , at once , Shrubs , shattered trees , and bridges- Loud roars the raging flood , and triumphs still , O'er rocks , and mounds , and all that else ...
... stream All limit loses ; and , with furious force , In its resistless tide , bears down , at once , Shrubs , shattered trees , and bridges- Loud roars the raging flood , and triumphs still , O'er rocks , and mounds , and all that else ...
Strana 28
... streams , by shadowy trees o'er - arch'd , Such pomps we need not : such still less when spring Leads forth her laughing train ; and the warm year Paints the green meads with roseat flowers profuse . On down reclin'd , or wrapt in ...
... streams , by shadowy trees o'er - arch'd , Such pomps we need not : such still less when spring Leads forth her laughing train ; and the warm year Paints the green meads with roseat flowers profuse . On down reclin'd , or wrapt in ...
Strana 32
... stream soft - gliding down its banks abrupt , Yield aught of solace ; or the carking care Avert that preys within : nor the gay young Of others soothe her o'er the joyous green.— So deep she longs , so lingers for her own . Descriptions ...
... stream soft - gliding down its banks abrupt , Yield aught of solace ; or the carking care Avert that preys within : nor the gay young Of others soothe her o'er the joyous green.— So deep she longs , so lingers for her own . Descriptions ...
Strana 78
... stream receiv'd my tears , Thy murmurs joining to my sorrowing strain , I come , to visit all my former haunts again ! O green - clad hills , familiar to my sight ! O well - known paths where oft I wont to rove , Musing the tender ...
... stream receiv'd my tears , Thy murmurs joining to my sorrowing strain , I come , to visit all my former haunts again ! O green - clad hills , familiar to my sight ! O well - known paths where oft I wont to rove , Musing the tender ...
Strana 84
... stream , the mountain rill , And now with ruffling billows , cold and pale , Runs swoln and dashing down the lonely vale ; While to these tearful eyes , Grief's faded form Sits on the cloud , and sighs amid the storm . That this amiable ...
... stream , the mountain rill , And now with ruffling billows , cold and pale , Runs swoln and dashing down the lonely vale ; While to these tearful eyes , Grief's faded form Sits on the cloud , and sighs amid the storm . That this amiable ...
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Strana 195 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 375 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Strana 409 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Strana 411 - A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care : And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin...
Strana 66 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strana 331 - Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Strana 338 - As I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me : 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be...
Strana 412 - On the other side up-rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane : A fairer person lost not Heaven ; he seem'd For dignity compos'd, and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low...
Strana 331 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore...
Strana 30 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.