Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... grace the lord archbishop of Canterbury ; this poetical essay on the Omniscience of the Supreme Being , is with all humility inscribed , by his grace's most dutiful , most obliged , and most obedient hum- ble servant , C. SMART . A ...
... grace the lord archbishop of Canterbury ; this poetical essay on the Omniscience of the Supreme Being , is with all humility inscribed , by his grace's most dutiful , most obliged , and most obedient hum- ble servant , C. SMART . A ...
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... grace th ' harmonious choir , celestial feast To pious ears , and med'cine of the mind ; The thrilling trebles and the manly base Join in accordance meet , and with one voice All to the sacred subject suit their song : While in each ...
... grace th ' harmonious choir , celestial feast To pious ears , and med'cine of the mind ; The thrilling trebles and the manly base Join in accordance meet , and with one voice All to the sacred subject suit their song : While in each ...
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... grace , Kneeling she gave the cup . The prince ( for who ! Who cou'd have spurn'd a suppliant so divine ? ) Drank eager , and in ecstacy devour'd Th ' ambrosial perturbation ; mad with love ' He clasp'd her , and in hymeneal bands At ...
... grace , Kneeling she gave the cup . The prince ( for who ! Who cou'd have spurn'd a suppliant so divine ? ) Drank eager , and in ecstacy devour'd Th ' ambrosial perturbation ; mad with love ' He clasp'd her , and in hymeneal bands At ...
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... grace to every thing decent , every thing laudable , elegant and polite . Religion blushing veils her sacred fires , And unawares morality expires . Nor public fame , nor private dares to shine , Nor human spark is left , nor glympse ...
... grace to every thing decent , every thing laudable , elegant and polite . Religion blushing veils her sacred fires , And unawares morality expires . Nor public fame , nor private dares to shine , Nor human spark is left , nor glympse ...
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... grace . Swears what you will , unswears it too ; What will not beef and pudding do ? Without a Muse , & c . ] No the devil a bit ! - I am the only person that can do that ! -My poems , written at fifteen , were done without the ...
... grace . Swears what you will , unswears it too ; What will not beef and pudding do ? Without a Muse , & c . ] No the devil a bit ! - I am the only person that can do that ! -My poems , written at fifteen , were done without the ...
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Page 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 495 - 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 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Page 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Page 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Page 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned 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 495 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.