Horæ Lyricæ: Poems, Chiefly of the Lyric Kind in Three Books : Sacred, I. to Devotion and Piety, II. to Virtue, Honour and Friendship, III. to the Memory of the DeadGalen H. May, 1802 - 287 |
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... SACRED TO DEVOTION . I. O murmuring streams , in tender strains , My pensive muse no more , Of love's enchanting force complains , Along the flow'ry shore , U. No more Mirtillo's fatal face My quiet breast alarms ON READING.
... SACRED TO DEVOTION . I. O murmuring streams , in tender strains , My pensive muse no more , Of love's enchanting force complains , Along the flow'ry shore , U. No more Mirtillo's fatal face My quiet breast alarms ON READING.
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... face My quiet breast alarms , His eyes , his air , and youthful grace , Have lost their usual charms . III . No gay Alexis in the grove Shall be my future theme : I burn with an immortal love , And sing a purer flame . IV . Seraphic ...
... face My quiet breast alarms , His eyes , his air , and youthful grace , Have lost their usual charms . III . No gay Alexis in the grove Shall be my future theme : I burn with an immortal love , And sing a purer flame . IV . Seraphic ...
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... face , Leading besotted souls through flow'ry paths , In gaudy dreams and vain fantastic joys To dismal scenes of everlasting woe ; When the great Judge shall rear his awful throne , And raging flames surround the trembling globe ...
... face , Leading besotted souls through flow'ry paths , In gaudy dreams and vain fantastic joys To dismal scenes of everlasting woe ; When the great Judge shall rear his awful throne , And raging flames surround the trembling globe ...
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... face . VII . When mercy joins with majesty , To spread their beams abroad , Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God . VIII . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his ...
... face . VII . When mercy joins with majesty , To spread their beams abroad , Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God . VIII . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his ...
Strona 39
... face . IV . Why move my years in slow delay ? . O GOD of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . V. Dear Sov'reign , break these vital strings , That Sacred to DEVOTION , & C . There pleasures all ...
... face . IV . Why move my years in slow delay ? . O GOD of ages ! why ? Let the spheres cleave , and mark my way To the superior sky . V. Dear Sov'reign , break these vital strings , That Sacred to DEVOTION , & C . There pleasures all ...
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Strona vii - Such a nation might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister.
Strona 46 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Strona 41 - My God, I would not long to see My fate, with curious eyes; What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 8 In thy fair book of life and grace, O may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord the Lamb.
Strona 160 - Through all his meadows roll, He's but a wretch, with all his lands, That wears a narrow soul. He swells amidst his wealthy store, And proudly poising what he weighs. In his own scale he fondly lays Huge heaps of shining ore. He spreads the balance wide to hold His manors and his farms, And cheats the beam with loads of gold He hugs between his arms.
Strona 185 - Glittering stones, and golden things, Wealth and honours that have wings, Ever fluttering to be gone, I could never call my own : Riches that the world bestows, She can take, and I can lose ; But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. When I view my spacious soul, And survey myself a whole, And enjoy myself alone, I'ma kingdom of my own.
Strona 163 - O, there are gardens of the' immortal kind, That crown the heavenly Eden's rising hills With beauty and with sweets ; no lurking mischief Dwells in the fruit, nor serpent twines the boughs ; The branches bend laden with life and bliss Ripe for the taste, but 'tis a steep ascent : Hold fast the golden chain...