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... fecret Guife The younger Guest purloin'd the glitt'ring Prize . As one who fpies a Serpent in his Way , Glift'ning and bafking in the Summer Ray , Disorder'd ftops to fhun the Danger near , Then walks with Faintnefs on , and looks with ...
... fecret Guife The younger Guest purloin'd the glitt'ring Prize . As one who fpies a Serpent in his Way , Glift'ning and bafking in the Summer Ray , Disorder'd ftops to fhun the Danger near , Then walks with Faintnefs on , and looks with ...
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... fecret Chains his Word suspends , - And in a Calm his fettling Temper ends . Bat Silence here the beauteous Angel broke , ( The Voice of Music ravish'd as he spoke . ) Thy Pray'r , thy Praife , thy Life to Vice unknown , In sweet ...
... fecret Chains his Word suspends , - And in a Calm his fettling Temper ends . Bat Silence here the beauteous Angel broke , ( The Voice of Music ravish'd as he spoke . ) Thy Pray'r , thy Praife , thy Life to Vice unknown , In sweet ...
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... fecret Deep ; shoots , steaming , thence The fair Profufion that o'erfpreads the Spring : Flings from the Sun direct the flaming Day ; Feeds ev'ry Creature ; hurls the Tempeft forth , And , as on Earth this graceful Change revolves ...
... fecret Deep ; shoots , steaming , thence The fair Profufion that o'erfpreads the Spring : Flings from the Sun direct the flaming Day ; Feeds ev'ry Creature ; hurls the Tempeft forth , And , as on Earth this graceful Change revolves ...
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Select lessons. A fecret World of Wonders in thyself , Sound his ftupendous Praise ; whofe greater Voice Or bids you roar , or bids your Roarings fall . Soft - roll your Incense , Herbs , and Fruits , and Flowers , In mingled Clouds to ...
Select lessons. A fecret World of Wonders in thyself , Sound his ftupendous Praise ; whofe greater Voice Or bids you roar , or bids your Roarings fall . Soft - roll your Incense , Herbs , and Fruits , and Flowers , In mingled Clouds to ...
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... fecret liv'd , od dy'd , neglected : Why the good Man's S In Life was Gall and Bitterness of Soul ; Why the lone Widow , and her Orphans pin'd , In ftarving Solitude ; while Luxury , In Palaces , lay ftraining her low Thoughts , To form ...
... fecret liv'd , od dy'd , neglected : Why the good Man's S In Life was Gall and Bitterness of Soul ; Why the lone Widow , and her Orphans pin'd , In ftarving Solitude ; while Luxury , In Palaces , lay ftraining her low Thoughts , To form ...
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Select Lessons in Prose and Verse, from Various Authors, to Which Are Added ... Select Lessons Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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againſt Angels Beam Beauty becauſe beft behold beneath blefs bluſh Breaſt Breath Cauſe Charms chearful Clouds Confcience dark Darkneſs Death diftant divine dreadful Duft Earth eternal Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe fair fame fays Fear fecret feem'd ferious feven fhall fhining fhould filent filly fing firft firſt flain fmiling foft folemn fome Friend ftill fuch fure fwell Glory Gueſt Guife Hand Happineſs hath Heart Heaven Hills himſelf Hour HYMN itſelf juft laft laſt Light loft LORD Love Lyre Mind moft Morn moſt muſt myſelf Nature Nature's never Night o'er pafs pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent raiſe Reaſon refolve reft rife riſe round Senfe Shade ſhall Skies ſmile Song Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtill ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thine Things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Throne TILLOTSON Tongue trembling univerfal Virtue Voice wand'ring whofe Whoſe World
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Seite 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Seite 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Seite 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Seite 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Seite 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Seite 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.