The task, Tirocinium, and other poems, Ausgabe 350Seeley, Jackson and Halliday, 1872 - 264 Seiten |
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... proved too weak To bind the roving appetite , and lead Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd . " Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts , Explains all mysteries , except her own , And so illuminates the path of life , That fools discover ...
... proved too weak To bind the roving appetite , and lead Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd . " Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts , Explains all mysteries , except her own , And so illuminates the path of life , That fools discover ...
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... prove its use Sov'reign and most effectual to secure A form , not now gymnastic as of yore , From rickets and distortion , else , our lot . But thus admonish'd we can walk erect , One proof at least of manhood ; while the friend 38 ...
... prove its use Sov'reign and most effectual to secure A form , not now gymnastic as of yore , From rickets and distortion , else , our lot . But thus admonish'd we can walk erect , One proof at least of manhood ; while the friend 38 ...
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... prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false - I feel my heart Dissolve in pity , and account the learn'd , If this be learning , most of all deceived . Great crimes alarm the conscience , but it sleeps While thoughtful man ...
... prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false - I feel my heart Dissolve in pity , and account the learn'd , If this be learning , most of all deceived . Great crimes alarm the conscience , but it sleeps While thoughtful man ...
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... prove now if it be not blood Congenial with thine own ; and if it be , What edge of subtlety canst thou suppose Keen enough , wise and skilful as thou art , To cut the link of brotherhood , by which One common Maker bound me to the kind ...
... prove now if it be not blood Congenial with thine own ; and if it be , What edge of subtlety canst thou suppose Keen enough , wise and skilful as thou art , To cut the link of brotherhood , by which One common Maker bound me to the kind ...
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... proving still A faithful barrier , not o'erleap'd with ease By vicious custom , raging uncontroll'd Abroad , and desolating public life . When fierce temptation , seconded within By traitor appetite , and arm'd with darts Temper'd in ...
... proving still A faithful barrier , not o'erleap'd with ease By vicious custom , raging uncontroll'd Abroad , and desolating public life . When fierce temptation , seconded within By traitor appetite , and arm'd with darts Temper'd in ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death declension delight design'd distant divine dread dream earth EARTHAM ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fav'rite fear feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit give glory grace groves hand happy heard heart heav'n honour hope human JOHN CHILDS labour learn'd less life's live lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pleasure poets pow'r praise prize proud prove rapture rest rude scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight silent skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stream sublime sweet taste Tatler thee theme thine thou art thought toil tramontane truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM HAYLEY wind winter wisdom wise wish'd worth youth
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Seite 212 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Seite 211 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Seite 213 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Seite 27 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Seite 67 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Seite 211 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Seite 118 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Seite 212 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children, not thine, have trod my nursery floor...
Seite 235 - Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Seite 6 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...