The Works of the British Poets, Band 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 Seiten |
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... thee ; Niger adopts ftray libels ; wifely prone To covet fhame ftill greater than his own . Bathyllus , in the ... thee wrong . Thou on one fleeur wilt thy revenues wear ; And haunt the court , without a profpect there . Are thefe ...
... thee ; Niger adopts ftray libels ; wifely prone To covet fhame ftill greater than his own . Bathyllus , in the ... thee wrong . Thou on one fleeur wilt thy revenues wear ; And haunt the court , without a profpect there . Are thefe ...
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Robert Anderson. Teling thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure - thy ...
Robert Anderson. Teling thee more , and double thy distress . Lorenzo , fortune makes her court to thee , Thy fond heart dances , while the Syren fings . Dear is thy welfare ; think me not unkind ; I would not damp , but to fecure - thy ...
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Robert Anderson. Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton thee ; ah , could I reach your ftrain ! Or bis , who made Manoides our own . Man too he fung : immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of ...
Robert Anderson. Dark , though not blind , like thee , Mæonides ! Or , Milton thee ; ah , could I reach your ftrain ! Or bis , who made Manoides our own . Man too he fung : immortal man I fing ; Oft burfts my fong beyond the bounds of ...
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... thee small renown . The rest are on the wing : how fleet their flight ! Already has the fatal train took fire ; A moment , and the world's blown up to thee ; The fun is darkness , and the stars are duft . ' Tis greatly wife to talk with ...
... thee small renown . The rest are on the wing : how fleet their flight ! Already has the fatal train took fire ; A moment , and the world's blown up to thee ; The fun is darkness , and the stars are duft . ' Tis greatly wife to talk with ...
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... thee down , More powerful than of old Circean charm ? Come ; but from heavenly banquets with thee bring The foul of fong , and whisper in my ear The theft divine ; or in propitious dreams ( For dreams are thine ) transfufe it through ...
... thee down , More powerful than of old Circean charm ? Come ; but from heavenly banquets with thee bring The foul of fong , and whisper in my ear The theft divine ; or in propitious dreams ( For dreams are thine ) transfufe it through ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...