Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Volume 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 - English poetry |
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... rage your breaft inflame , My pow'r to thwart , my acts defame ? To God my heart fhall vent its woe , Who , prompt his bleflings to beftow On each whofe breaft has learn'd his fear , Bows to my plaint the willing car . Him wouldit thou ...
... rage your breaft inflame , My pow'r to thwart , my acts defame ? To God my heart fhall vent its woe , Who , prompt his bleflings to beftow On each whofe breaft has learn'd his fear , Bows to my plaint the willing car . Him wouldit thou ...
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... rage ; whilft , with inceffant roar , It shakes the caverns , and affaults the shore . By him , from mountains cloth'd in lucid fnow , Through fertile vales the mazy rivers flow ; Here the wild horfe , unconfcious of the rein , That ...
... rage ; whilft , with inceffant roar , It shakes the caverns , and affaults the shore . By him , from mountains cloth'd in lucid fnow , Through fertile vales the mazy rivers flow ; Here the wild horfe , unconfcious of the rein , That ...
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... rage . His praife , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I mufe along . Ye headlong torrents , rapid and profound ; Ye fofter floods , that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou majestic main , A ...
... rage . His praife , ye brooks , attune , ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I mufe along . Ye headlong torrents , rapid and profound ; Ye fofter floods , that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou majestic main , A ...
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... rage in Paffion's troubled fea ; [ away , That the poor banish'd foul , ferene and free , May rife from earth , to vifit heaven and thee : Come , Peace divine ! fhed gently from above , Infpire my willing bofom , wondrous Love ; Thy ...
... rage in Paffion's troubled fea ; [ away , That the poor banish'd foul , ferene and free , May rife from earth , to vifit heaven and thee : Come , Peace divine ! fhed gently from above , Infpire my willing bofom , wondrous Love ; Thy ...
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... rage , And warm with red refentment the wan cheek . Here the great mafters of the healing art , Thefe mighty mock defrauders of the tomb ! Spite of their juleps and catholicons , Refign to fate . Proud fculapius ' fon , Where are thy ...
... rage , And warm with red refentment the wan cheek . Here the great mafters of the healing art , Thefe mighty mock defrauders of the tomb ! Spite of their juleps and catholicons , Refign to fate . Proud fculapius ' fon , Where are thy ...
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Page 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Page 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Page 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Page 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Page 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.