Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - Authors - 286 pages |
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Page 27
... born to mourn and to be wretched . This is the condition of all below the stars ; and whoever endeavours to oppofe it acts in contradiction to the will of Heaven . Fly then from the fatal enchantments of youth and focial delight , and ...
... born to mourn and to be wretched . This is the condition of all below the stars ; and whoever endeavours to oppofe it acts in contradiction to the will of Heaven . Fly then from the fatal enchantments of youth and focial delight , and ...
Page 69
... born heart , which even all the minifters of religion were not able to foften ? And indeed what fhall I say to him ? What can I reasonably defire of him ? that he would par- don ungrateful citizens , who have treated him as the vileft ...
... born heart , which even all the minifters of religion were not able to foften ? And indeed what fhall I say to him ? What can I reasonably defire of him ? that he would par- don ungrateful citizens , who have treated him as the vileft ...
Page 188
... born of creation , And only less than he who marks their track , And guides their fiery wheels . Here muft I ftop , Or is there aught beyond ? What hand unfeen Impels me onward , thro ' the glowing orbs Of habitable nature , far remote ...
... born of creation , And only less than he who marks their track , And guides their fiery wheels . Here muft I ftop , Or is there aught beyond ? What hand unfeen Impels me onward , thro ' the glowing orbs Of habitable nature , far remote ...
Page 199
... born , with courtiers bred , Who thought e'en gold might come a day too late ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his fcheme For future vacancies in church or state ; Some avocation deeming it - to die ; Unbit by rage canine of dying ...
... born , with courtiers bred , Who thought e'en gold might come a day too late ; Nor on his fubtle death - bed plann'd his fcheme For future vacancies in church or state ; Some avocation deeming it - to die ; Unbit by rage canine of dying ...
Page 207
... born , and bred on high , To crown the fav'rites of the sky , With more of happiness below , Than victors in a triumph know ! Whither , oh whither art thou fled , To lay thy meek contented head ? What happy region dost thou please To ...
... born , and bred on high , To crown the fav'rites of the sky , With more of happiness below , Than victors in a triumph know ! Whither , oh whither art thou fled , To lay thy meek contented head ? What happy region dost thou please To ...
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Page 207 - 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 205 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Page 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 205 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 226 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Page 204 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Page 206 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 199 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 208 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same.
Page 199 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.