Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and EntertainingE. Johnson, 1785 - Počet stran: 276 |
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Strana 31
... Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend , And white rob'd innocence from heav'n defcend . Swift fly the years , and rife th ' expected morn ! Oh fpring to light , aufpicious Babe , be born ! See nature haftes her earliest wreaths to ...
... Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend , And white rob'd innocence from heav'n defcend . Swift fly the years , and rife th ' expected morn ! Oh fpring to light , aufpicious Babe , be born ! See nature haftes her earliest wreaths to ...
Strana 36
... mercy I to others fhow , : That mercy fhow to me . Mean tho ' I am , not wholly fo , Since quick'ned by thy breath ; O lead me wherefoe'er I go , Thro ' this day's life or death . This day , be bread and peace my lot : This 36 FOR POEMS.
... mercy I to others fhow , : That mercy fhow to me . Mean tho ' I am , not wholly fo , Since quick'ned by thy breath ; O lead me wherefoe'er I go , Thro ' this day's life or death . This day , be bread and peace my lot : This 36 FOR POEMS.
Strana 37
... peace my lot : All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space , Whofe altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense ...
... peace my lot : All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space , Whofe altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense ...
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... another's woe , To hide the fault I fee ; That mercy I to others fhow , That mercy fhow Mean tho ' I am , not Since quick❜ned O lead me wherefoe'er . Thro ' this day's li This day , be bread and peace my lot : 36 POEMS FOR.
... another's woe , To hide the fault I fee ; That mercy I to others fhow , That mercy fhow Mean tho ' I am , not Since quick❜ned O lead me wherefoe'er . Thro ' this day's li This day , be bread and peace my lot : 36 POEMS FOR.
Strana 27
... peace my lot : All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space , Whofe altar , earth , sea , skies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense ...
... peace my lot : All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space , Whofe altar , earth , sea , skies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense ...
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Strana 143 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Strana 143 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 61 - How great a king of fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make, and then they dread, my stings.
Strana 145 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Strana 19 - 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! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Strana 19 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Strana 143 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Strana 39 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
Strana 17 - 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 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.