The Works of the British Poets, Tom 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 |
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... tears above , earth unconcern'd be- And was't enough to bid the fun retire ? Why did not nature at thy groan expire ? I fee , I hear , I feel , the pangs divine ; The world is vanish'd - I am wholly thine . Miftaken Caiaphas ! Ah ...
... tears above , earth unconcern'd be- And was't enough to bid the fun retire ? Why did not nature at thy groan expire ? I fee , I hear , I feel , the pangs divine ; The world is vanish'd - I am wholly thine . Miftaken Caiaphas ! Ah ...
Strona 14
... tears on her untimely urn , Might comfort to his filver hairs impart , And fill her place in his indulgent heart : As where fruits fall , quick - rifing bloffoms fmile , And the bleft Indian of his care beguile . In vain these various ...
... tears on her untimely urn , Might comfort to his filver hairs impart , And fill her place in his indulgent heart : As where fruits fall , quick - rifing bloffoms fmile , And the bleft Indian of his care beguile . In vain these various ...
Strona 15
... tear ; Did you not chide my grief ? Reprefs your own : " Nor want compaffion for yourself alone : # Have you beheld ... tears profufely spilt ! " Oh : then , my kindnefs blackens to my guilt ; " It foils itfelf , if it recall your pain ...
... tear ; Did you not chide my grief ? Reprefs your own : " Nor want compaffion for yourself alone : # Have you beheld ... tears profufely spilt ! " Oh : then , my kindnefs blackens to my guilt ; " It foils itfelf , if it recall your pain ...
Strona 16
... tears , my laft tears , flow in " vain ? " When you fhall know a mother's tender name , " My heart's diftrefs no longer will you blame . " At this , afar his burfting groans were heard ; The tears ran trickling down his filver beard ...
... tears , my laft tears , flow in " vain ? " When you fhall know a mother's tender name , " My heart's diftrefs no longer will you blame . " At this , afar his burfting groans were heard ; The tears ran trickling down his filver beard ...
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... tears , When the poor mufe , for less than half a crown , A proffitute on every bulk in town , With other whores undone , though not in print , Clubs credit for Geneva in the Mint ? Ye bards ! why will you fing , though uniafpir'd ? Ye ...
... tears , When the poor mufe , for less than half a crown , A proffitute on every bulk in town , With other whores undone , though not in print , Clubs credit for Geneva in the Mint ? Ye bards ! why will you fing , though uniafpir'd ? Ye ...
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Strona 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Strona 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Strona 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Strona 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Strona 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Strona 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Strona 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Strona 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Strona 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Strona 379 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...