The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, from the Most Eminent AuthorsC. Whittingham, 1800 - Počet stran: 304 |
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Strana 50
... his airy forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury , And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes Rushing amain down , How the sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! poor While 50 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS . The Day of Judgment.
... his airy forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury , And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes Rushing amain down , How the sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! poor While 50 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS . The Day of Judgment.
Strana 51
... tremble ! poor While the hoarse thunder , like a bloody trumpet , Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters , Quick to devour them . Such shall the noise be , and the wild disorder , ( If things eternal may be like these earthly ) Such ...
... tremble ! poor While the hoarse thunder , like a bloody trumpet , Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters , Quick to devour them . Such shall the noise be , and the wild disorder , ( If things eternal may be like these earthly ) Such ...
Strana 66
... trembling homage own Their zeal presumption , and their art outdone . The theme too mighty for creation's tongue ,. The seraph's ardour , or the cherub's song . As none but He , whose wisdom knows his pow'r , Can comprehend , or can ...
... trembling homage own Their zeal presumption , and their art outdone . The theme too mighty for creation's tongue ,. The seraph's ardour , or the cherub's song . As none but He , whose wisdom knows his pow'r , Can comprehend , or can ...
Strana 68
... the attempt to raise An equal tribute to unequall'd praise ! Suffice for man - suffice for angels this , Who serves with trembling cannot serve amiss . With lowly mind , self - emptied all and poor 68 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS .
... the attempt to raise An equal tribute to unequall'd praise ! Suffice for man - suffice for angels this , Who serves with trembling cannot serve amiss . With lowly mind , self - emptied all and poor 68 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS .
Strana 69
... tremble at his word . More free to offer and more rich to give , Than man to ask , or asking , to believe , His pride confess , or unbelief conceive . Touch'd by his word , they catch the living flame , Hang on his cross , and shelter ...
... tremble at his word . More free to offer and more rich to give , Than man to ask , or asking , to believe , His pride confess , or unbelief conceive . Touch'd by his word , they catch the living flame , Hang on his cross , and shelter ...
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Strana 93 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Strana 94 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Strana 79 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Strana 91 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allowed; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Strana 147 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 41 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Strana 81 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 76 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Strana 172 - Behold, fond man : See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?
Strana 18 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.