Philosophia musarum, containing the songs and romances of the Piper's wallet, Pan, the Harmonia musarum and other miscellaneous poems
Sold at the Albion Library, 1845 - 256 Seiten
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auld bear beautiful bell beneath bloom bonny bower bright bring charms Chorus clear comes dear death doth early earth eternal eyes face fair faithful fall feel fire flower fond frae friends give grace green greet grove guid hand hath head heart Heaven Hope hour Jove kind lass leaves less life's light live Marie maun mihi mind morn mortal Muse Nature never night notes o'er organs pain pass philosophy play pleasure poetry reason rest rose round scenes seems seen sense Shepherd sing song soon soul sound spring stars sweet thee things thou thought Till tree true turn Venus verses Virgin wild wind y'er young
Seite xvi - Which men call earth; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives, After this mortal change, to her true servants, Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats.
Seite xv - I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work. I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is...
Seite xxvii - Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite xvi - Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
Seite 111 - Ideality unshaken By facts or theory, whose spell Maddens the soul and fires our beacon. Whom memory tortures, love deludes, Whom circumspection fills with dread. On every organ he obtrudes, Until Destruction o'er his head Impends ; then mad with luckless strife, He volunteers the loss of life. And canst...
Seite xxvii - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.