The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... do I overlive , Why am I mock'd with death , and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence , and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down C • As in my mother's lap ! there I should 25.
... do I overlive , Why am I mock'd with death , and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? how gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence , and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down C • As in my mother's lap ! there I should 25.
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... pain , their dusty way pursue , Shrill roar'd the winds , and dreary was the view ! With desp❜rate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , aud luckless was the ...
... pain , their dusty way pursue , Shrill roar'd the winds , and dreary was the view ! With desp❜rate sorrow wild , th ' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd , thrice struck his breast , and thus began : " Sad was the hour , aud luckless was the ...
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... Painful pre - eminence ! yourself to view Above life's weakness , and its comforts too . Bring then these blessings to a strict account ; Make fair deductions , see to what they ' mount : How much of other each is sure to cost ; How ...
... Painful pre - eminence ! yourself to view Above life's weakness , and its comforts too . Bring then these blessings to a strict account ; Make fair deductions , see to what they ' mount : How much of other each is sure to cost ; How ...
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... pain : Without satiety , though e'er so bless'd , And but more relish'd as the more distress'd ; The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears , Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears . Good , from each object , from each place acquir'd ...
... pain : Without satiety , though e'er so bless'd , And but more relish'd as the more distress'd ; The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears , Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears . Good , from each object , from each place acquir'd ...
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... , Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around . CARDINAL WOLSEY's LAMENTATION OF HIS FALL . SHAKSPEARE . FAREWELL 79.
... , Thy bounty shall my pains beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile , With sudden greens and herbage crown'd , And streams shall murmur all around . CARDINAL WOLSEY's LAMENTATION OF HIS FALL . SHAKSPEARE . FAREWELL 79.
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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 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
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.