The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least of womankind astray . To this fair creature I'd sometimes retire ; Her conversation would new joys inspire ; Give life an edge so keen , no surly care Would venture to ...
... fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least of womankind astray . To this fair creature I'd sometimes retire ; Her conversation would new joys inspire ; Give life an edge so keen , no surly care Would venture to ...
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... falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes , He bursts the bands of fear , and madly cries , " Detested wretch ! " - But scarce his speech began ...
... falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes , He bursts the bands of fear , and madly cries , " Detested wretch ! " - But scarce his speech began ...
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... falling star , the ray divine Glides swift into the bosom of the just ; And just are all , determin'd to reclaim ; Which sets that title high within thy reach . Awake , then thy Philander calls : awake ! Thou , who shalt wake , when the ...
... falling star , the ray divine Glides swift into the bosom of the just ; And just are all , determin'd to reclaim ; Which sets that title high within thy reach . Awake , then thy Philander calls : awake ! Thou , who shalt wake , when the ...
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... fall . As in its home it triumphs in high place , And frowns a haughty exile in disgrace . Some lords it bids admire their hands so white , Which bloom , like Aaron's , to their ravish'd sight : Some lords it bids resign ; and turns ...
... fall . As in its home it triumphs in high place , And frowns a haughty exile in disgrace . Some lords it bids admire their hands so white , Which bloom , like Aaron's , to their ravish'd sight : Some lords it bids resign ; and turns ...
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... fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou , great Anna ! whom three realms obey , Dost sometimes counsel take - and sometimes tea . Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort , To taste awhile the pleasures of a ...
... fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou , great Anna ! whom three realms obey , Dost sometimes counsel take - and sometimes tea . Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort , To taste awhile the pleasures of a ...
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Page 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Page 35 - 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 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Page 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Page 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Page 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 88 - 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. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Page 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Page 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...