The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... . Scott . I. Written at the Approach of Spring ..... II . Written in the Hot Summer of 1757 III . Written in Harvest ...... ............... ... 102 ......... 106 .......... 109 ............ 114 ......... IV . Written in Winter ..... ..
... . Scott . I. Written at the Approach of Spring ..... II . Written in the Hot Summer of 1757 III . Written in Harvest ...... ............... ... 102 ......... 106 .......... 109 ............ 114 ......... IV . Written in Winter ..... ..
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... springs as broke from bonds , And rampant shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The libbarb , and the tiger , as the mole Rising , the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks : the swift stag from under ground Bore up his branching ...
... springs as broke from bonds , And rampant shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The libbarb , and the tiger , as the mole Rising , the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks : the swift stag from under ground Bore up his branching ...
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Thomas Janes. On me , me only , as the source and spring Of all corruption , all the blame lights due ; So might the wrath ! ADAM AND EVE EXPELLED PARADISE . MILTON . THE hour precise Exacts our parting hence ; and see the guards , By me ...
Thomas Janes. On me , me only , as the source and spring Of all corruption , all the blame lights due ; So might the wrath ! ADAM AND EVE EXPELLED PARADISE . MILTON . THE hour precise Exacts our parting hence ; and see the guards , By me ...
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... spring ; Let the fresh violet and the new - born rose A smiling chaplet for our brows compose . Entwine our temples , ere ye die , ye flow'rs ! Short is your date of life , and short is ours . Let's print each hour with pleasure , ere ...
... spring ; Let the fresh violet and the new - born rose A smiling chaplet for our brows compose . Entwine our temples , ere ye die , ye flow'rs ! Short is your date of life , and short is ours . Let's print each hour with pleasure , ere ...
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... spring renews the , plain , To him they cry in winter's pinching reign ; Nor is their music , nor their plaint in vain : He hears the gay , and the distressful call , And with unsparing bounty fills them all . Observe the rising lily's ...
... spring renews the , plain , To him they cry in winter's pinching reign ; Nor is their music , nor their plaint in vain : He hears the gay , and the distressful call , And with unsparing bounty fills them all . Observe the rising lily's ...
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Page 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Page 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Page 94 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Page 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Page 176 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Page 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 78 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.