The Works of the British Poets, 10. köideJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 pages |
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... foul to due returns of grateful praife , For bounty fo profufe to human kind , Thy wondrous gift of an eternal mind ? Shall 1 , who fome few years ago was lefs Than worm , or mite , or fhadow , can express , Was nothing , fhall I live ...
... foul to due returns of grateful praife , For bounty fo profufe to human kind , Thy wondrous gift of an eternal mind ? Shall 1 , who fome few years ago was lefs Than worm , or mite , or fhadow , can express , Was nothing , fhall I live ...
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... foul to thee : 66 Reign'd o'er my will ; my paffions ebb and flow " At thy command , nor human motive know ! " If anger boil , let anger be my praise , " And in the graceful indignation raise . " My love be warm to fuccour the distress ...
... foul to thee : 66 Reign'd o'er my will ; my paffions ebb and flow " At thy command , nor human motive know ! " If anger boil , let anger be my praise , " And in the graceful indignation raise . " My love be warm to fuccour the distress ...
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... foul in hope , and grafp the prize , " Which in eternity's deep bosom lies ! " At the great day of recompence behold , " Devoid of fear , the fatal book unfold ! * Then wafted upward to the blissful feat , " From age to age , my ...
... foul in hope , and grafp the prize , " Which in eternity's deep bosom lies ! " At the great day of recompence behold , " Devoid of fear , the fatal book unfold ! * Then wafted upward to the blissful feat , " From age to age , my ...
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... foul recoils at the ftupendous woc ; That woe , thofe pangs , which from the guilty breaft , In thefe , or words like thefe , fhall be expreft . " Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave ? " Ah ! cruel death , that would no longer ...
... foul recoils at the ftupendous woc ; That woe , thofe pangs , which from the guilty breaft , In thefe , or words like thefe , fhall be expreft . " Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave ? " Ah ! cruel death , that would no longer ...
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... foul with peace : to weeping friends Her father , and her lord , the recommends ; Unmov'd herself : her foes her air furvey , And rage to fee their malice thrown away . She foars ; now nought on earth detains her care- But Guilford ...
... foul with peace : to weeping friends Her father , and her lord , the recommends ; Unmov'd herself : her foes her air furvey , And rage to fee their malice thrown away . She foars ; now nought on earth detains her care- But Guilford ...
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Page 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Page 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Page 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Page 379 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...