The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... waves , Cut samphire , to excite the squeamish gust Of pamper'd luxury . Then let thy ground Not lie unlabour'd ; if the richest stem Refuse to thrive , yet who would doubt to plant Somewhat that may to human use redound , And penury ...
... waves , Cut samphire , to excite the squeamish gust Of pamper'd luxury . Then let thy ground Not lie unlabour'd ; if the richest stem Refuse to thrive , yet who would doubt to plant Somewhat that may to human use redound , And penury ...
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... waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ; ( ye Gods ! avert Such plagues from righteous men ! ) Behind him stalks Another monster , not unlike himself , Sullen of aspect , by the vulgar call'd A ...
... waves , With characters and figures dire inscrib'd , Grievous to mortal eyes ; ( ye Gods ! avert Such plagues from righteous men ! ) Behind him stalks Another monster , not unlike himself , Sullen of aspect , by the vulgar call'd A ...
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... waves beneath the bending glide . The youth , who seem'd to watch a time to sin , Approach'd the careless guide , and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild ...
... waves beneath the bending glide . The youth , who seem'd to watch a time to sin , Approach'd the careless guide , and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild ...
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... wave below : Here pensive I behold the fading light , And o'er the distant billow lose my sight . * * * * * Now let the fisherman his toils prepare , And arm himself with every watery snare ; His hooks , his lines , peruse with careful ...
... wave below : Here pensive I behold the fading light , And o'er the distant billow lose my sight . * * * * * Now let the fisherman his toils prepare , And arm himself with every watery snare ; His hooks , his lines , peruse with careful ...
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... wave , and beats the foamy lake ; With sudden rage he now aloft appears , And in his eye convulsive anguish bears ; And now again , impatient of the wound , He rolls and wreathes his shining body round ; Then headlong shoots beneath the ...
... wave , and beats the foamy lake ; With sudden rage he now aloft appears , And in his eye convulsive anguish bears ; And now again , impatient of the wound , He rolls and wreathes his shining body round ; Then headlong shoots beneath the ...
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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...