The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Strona xi
... Death of Dr. Swift 10 An Elegy on the Death of Demar 15 YOUNG . ADDISON . From the Complaint ; or , Night From a Letter from Italy Thoughts 43 17 From the Love of Fame 47 Paraphrase on Psalm XXIII . 18 An Ode 19 WATTS . From Oxford Love ...
... Death of Dr. Swift 10 An Elegy on the Death of Demar 15 YOUNG . ADDISON . From the Complaint ; or , Night From a Letter from Italy Thoughts 43 17 From the Love of Fame 47 Paraphrase on Psalm XXIII . 18 An Ode 19 WATTS . From Oxford Love ...
Strona xii
... Death of Mr. Robert Levet From the Vanity of Human Wishes 135 136 SAVAGE . ARMSTRONG . From the Wanderer 89 From the Art of Preserving Health 139 BLAIR . From the Grave 93 GLOVER . Admiral Hosier's Ghost 145 THOMSON . From the Seasons ...
... Death of Mr. Robert Levet From the Vanity of Human Wishes 135 136 SAVAGE . ARMSTRONG . From the Wanderer 89 From the Art of Preserving Health 139 BLAIR . From the Grave 93 GLOVER . Admiral Hosier's Ghost 145 THOMSON . From the Seasons ...
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... death ; That no occasion might be wanting here To make her virtues fam'd , or joys sincere . * * * * * She did her numerous family command With such a tender care , so wise a hand , She seem'd no otherwise a mistress there , Than ...
... death ; That no occasion might be wanting here To make her virtues fam'd , or joys sincere . * * * * * She did her numerous family command With such a tender care , so wise a hand , She seem'd no otherwise a mistress there , Than ...
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... death , Without a sigh , resign my aged breath . And , when committed to the dust , I'd have Few tears , but friendly , dropt into my grave ; Then would my exit so propitious be , All men would wish to live and die like me . TO HIS ...
... death , Without a sigh , resign my aged breath . And , when committed to the dust , I'd have Few tears , but friendly , dropt into my grave ; Then would my exit so propitious be , All men would wish to live and die like me . TO HIS ...
Strona 10
... DEATH OF DR . SWIFT . VAIN human - kind ! fantastic race ! Thy various follies who can trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an ...
... DEATH OF DR . SWIFT . VAIN human - kind ! fantastic race ! Thy various follies who can trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an ...
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Strona 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Strona 35 - 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 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Strona 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Strona 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Strona 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Strona 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Strona 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Strona 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Strona 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...