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 - Počet stran: 260 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... maid in all her charms . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn , " she cried , " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude , Where heaven and you reside . " But let a maid thy pity share , Whom love has taught to stray ; Who ...
... maid in all her charms . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn , " she cried , " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude , Where heaven and you reside . " But let a maid thy pity share , Whom love has taught to stray ; Who ...
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... maid : Conspiring elms their umbrage shed around , Waved with applause , and listen'd to the sound . Sweet Philomel , the chorister of love , The musical enchantress of the grove , With wonder heard the shepherd as he play'd , And stole ...
... maid : Conspiring elms their umbrage shed around , Waved with applause , and listen'd to the sound . Sweet Philomel , the chorister of love , The musical enchantress of the grove , With wonder heard the shepherd as he play'd , And stole ...
Strana 57
... maid ! was young , While yet in early Greece she sung , The PASSIONS oft , to hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting , trembling , raging , fainting , Possess'd beyond the Muses ' painting . By turns , they felt the ...
... maid ! was young , While yet in early Greece she sung , The PASSIONS oft , to hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting , trembling , raging , fainting , Possess'd beyond the Muses ' painting . By turns , they felt the ...
Strana 61
... maids , Amid the festal sounding shades , To some unwearied minstrel dancing : While , as his flying fingers kiss'd ... maid ! Friend of Pleasure , Wisdom's aid ! Why , Goddess , why , to us denied , Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside ...
... maids , Amid the festal sounding shades , To some unwearied minstrel dancing : While , as his flying fingers kiss'd ... maid ! Friend of Pleasure , Wisdom's aid ! Why , Goddess , why , to us denied , Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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
Strana 174 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...