The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... pass , however , without the strongest terms of reprobation and shame , certain descriptions , which frequently and shockingly disfigure these poems of Swift . It is but a poor excuse to say , that they were not written with a view to ...
... pass , however , without the strongest terms of reprobation and shame , certain descriptions , which frequently and shockingly disfigure these poems of Swift . It is but a poor excuse to say , that they were not written with a view to ...
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... good friend Will ! Or had a mitre on his head , Provided Bolingbroke were dead ! " Now Curll his shop from rubbish drains : Three genuine tomes of Swift's remains ! And then , to make them pass the glibber , SWIFT . 11.
... good friend Will ! Or had a mitre on his head , Provided Bolingbroke were dead ! " Now Curll his shop from rubbish drains : Three genuine tomes of Swift's remains ! And then , to make them pass the glibber , SWIFT . 11.
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Samuel Carter Hall. And then , to make them pass the glibber , Revis'd by Tibbalds , Moore , and Cibber . He'll treat me as he does my betters , Publish my will , my life , my letters ; Revive the libels born to die : Which Pope must ...
Samuel Carter Hall. And then , to make them pass the glibber , Revis'd by Tibbalds , Moore , and Cibber . He'll treat me as he does my betters , Publish my will , my life , my letters ; Revive the libels born to die : Which Pope must ...
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... pass for lords indeed : Where titles give no right or power , And peerage is a wither'd flower ; He would have deem'd it a disgrace , If such a wretch had known his face . " He never thought an honour done him , Because a peer was proud ...
... pass for lords indeed : Where titles give no right or power , And peerage is a wither'd flower ; He would have deem'd it a disgrace , If such a wretch had known his face . " He never thought an honour done him , Because a peer was proud ...
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... passing from essays on the nature and culture of the soil , to rural sports , when labour is over , -from the seasons , their changes and effects , to the industry of the husbandman and the skill of the mechanic , -from the growth of ...
... passing from essays on the nature and culture of the soil , to rural sports , when labour is over , -from the seasons , their changes and effects , to the industry of the husbandman and the skill of the mechanic , -from the growth of ...
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appear Auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath blest born bosom breast breath character charms cheerful clouds Cutty-sark dear death delight died divine Simplicity earth elegant Epic Poetry ETON COLLEGE ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate father flowers frae genius gentle glory grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart Heaven hills holy orders honour hour labour light live lyre maid merit mind Monody mourn Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Oliver Goldsmith pain passions plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride produced proud rage Robert Bloomfield round sacred scene shade smile song soon soul spirit Spleen spring stream sweet taste tears tender thee thine thou thought toil truth University of Edinburgh vale verse virtue wave wild wind wings wyllowe youth
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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...