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 DeadW. Whetstone and B. Edmond, 1753 - 299 |
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Strona xliv
... rise , Crown'd with fresh Laurels to thy native Skies : Great How and GOUGE fhall hail thee on thy Way , And welcome thee to the bright Realms of Day , Adapt thy tuneful Notes to Heavenly Strings , And join the Lyric Ode while fome fair ...
... rise , Crown'd with fresh Laurels to thy native Skies : Great How and GOUGE fhall hail thee on thy Way , And welcome thee to the bright Realms of Day , Adapt thy tuneful Notes to Heavenly Strings , And join the Lyric Ode while fome fair ...
Strona 50
... rise and roar around , fupplant his steady Feet . II . Earth , you may let your golden Arrows fly , And seek in vain , a Paffage to his Breast , Spread all your painted Toys to court his Eye , He fmiles , and fees them vainly try To ...
... rise and roar around , fupplant his steady Feet . II . Earth , you may let your golden Arrows fly , And seek in vain , a Paffage to his Breast , Spread all your painted Toys to court his Eye , He fmiles , and fees them vainly try To ...
Strona 61
... rise , And yet , and yet ( O matchlefs Grace ! ) Thy Thunder filent lies . O fhall I never feel XIII . The meltings of thy Love ? Am I of fuch Hell - harden'd Steel That Mercy cannot move ? XIV . Now for one powerful Glance , Dear ...
... rise , And yet , and yet ( O matchlefs Grace ! ) Thy Thunder filent lies . O fhall I never feel XIII . The meltings of thy Love ? Am I of fuch Hell - harden'd Steel That Mercy cannot move ? XIV . Now for one powerful Glance , Dear ...
Strona 62
... rise , " With Joy and Pity in his Eyes : " Rife , and behold my wounded Veins , " Here flows the Blood to wash thy Stains . XVII . " See my Great Father reconcil'd : " He faid . And lo , the Father fmil'd ; The joyful Cherubs clap'd ...
... rise , " With Joy and Pity in his Eyes : " Rife , and behold my wounded Veins , " Here flows the Blood to wash thy Stains . XVII . " See my Great Father reconcil'd : " He faid . And lo , the Father fmil'd ; The joyful Cherubs clap'd ...
Strona 79
... rise : Oh for fome heavenly Notes to bear My Spirit to the Skies ! XXI . There , ye that love my Saviour , fit , There , I would fain have place , Amongst your Thrones , or at your Feet , So I might fee his Face . XXII . I am confin'd ...
... rise : Oh for fome heavenly Notes to bear My Spirit to the Skies ! XXI . There , ye that love my Saviour , fit , There , I would fain have place , Amongst your Thrones , or at your Feet , So I might fee his Face . XXII . I am confin'd ...
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Strona ix - Such a nation might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister.
Strona x - Among the bushes they brayed ; Under the nettles they were gathered together. They were children of fools, Yea, children of base men : They were viler than the earth. And now am I their song, Yea, I am their byword.
Strona 224 - Twixt her wild passions and her will ; Haunted and hagg'd where'er she roves, By purling streams and silent groves, Or with her Furies, or her Loves. Then our own native land we hate, Too cold, too windy, or too wet ; Change the thick climate, and repair To France or Italy for air : In vain we change, in vain we fly ; Go, Sylvia, mount the whirling sky, Or...
Strona 87 - Hark, how he prays (the charming sound Dwells on his dying lips) " Forgive ! " And every groan, and gaping wound. Cries,
Strona 282 - ... depths of woe ; Young mothers, who your darling babes have found Untimely murder'd with a ghastly wound ; Ye frighted nymphs, who on the bridal bed...
Strona 168 - Safe from the smiling and the frowning world. Yet once a day drop down a gentle look On the...
Strona 79 - Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue — Here's joyful work for you.
Strona 183 - 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 126 - I am held in his embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove : Each smile he wears upon his face Fixes and charms and fires my love.
Strona 8 - tis in vain to seek for bliss ; For bliss can ne'er be found, Till we arrive where Jesus is, And tread on heavenly ground.