A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 pages |
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... virtues to my heart , Thofe virtues which before untry'd , The wife has added to the bride ; Those virtues , whose progreffive claim , Endearing wedlocks very name , My foul enjoys , my song approves , For confcience fake , as well as ...
... virtues to my heart , Thofe virtues which before untry'd , The wife has added to the bride ; Those virtues , whose progreffive claim , Endearing wedlocks very name , My foul enjoys , my song approves , For confcience fake , as well as ...
Page 58
... virtue , and her friends , a friend ; Still may my voice the weak defend ! Ne'er may my prostituted tongue Protect th ' oppreffor in his wrong ; Nor wreft the fpirit of the laws , To fanctify the villain's caufe ! Let others , with ...
... virtue , and her friends , a friend ; Still may my voice the weak defend ! Ne'er may my prostituted tongue Protect th ' oppreffor in his wrong ; Nor wreft the fpirit of the laws , To fanctify the villain's caufe ! Let others , with ...
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... Virtue smile , Some fudden guft , nor rare the cafe , May shake the building to its base , Unless , to guard against furprifes , On thy firm arch the ftructure rifes . - I 2 ODE TH ODE TO DEATH . HOU , whofe remorseless rage APOSTROPHE ...
... Virtue smile , Some fudden guft , nor rare the cafe , May shake the building to its base , Unless , to guard against furprifes , On thy firm arch the ftructure rifes . - I 2 ODE TH ODE TO DEATH . HOU , whofe remorseless rage APOSTROPHE ...
Page 95
... virtues fhe left in this ifle , As guardians to cherish the root ; The bloffoms of Liberty gayly ' gan fmile , And Englishmen fed on the fruit . Thus fed and thus bred , by a bounty so rare , O preferve it as pure as ' twas given ! We ...
... virtues fhe left in this ifle , As guardians to cherish the root ; The bloffoms of Liberty gayly ' gan fmile , And Englishmen fed on the fruit . Thus fed and thus bred , by a bounty so rare , O preferve it as pure as ' twas given ! We ...
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... virtue , hid in ev'ry heart ; " Tis hence reviving warmth is feen , To clothe a naked world in green . No longer barr'd by winter's cold , Again the gates of life unfold ; Again each infect tries his wing , And lifts fresh pinions on ...
... virtue , hid in ev'ry heart ; " Tis hence reviving warmth is feen , To clothe a naked world in green . No longer barr'd by winter's cold , Again the gates of life unfold ; Again each infect tries his wing , And lifts fresh pinions on ...
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Page 114 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Page 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Page 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Page 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Page 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Page 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Page 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !