English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare]., Book 31844 |
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... knew their sovereign Lord was by . But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began ; The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean , Who ...
... knew their sovereign Lord was by . But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began ; The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean , Who ...
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... knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The helmed Cherubim , And sworded Seraphim , Are ...
... knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The helmed Cherubim , And sworded Seraphim , Are ...
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... knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page , And still to be so till my latest age , Adds joy to duty , makes me glad to pay Such ...
... knew no fall , Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks , That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page , And still to be so till my latest age , Adds joy to duty , makes me glad to pay Such ...
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... knew not grief , but cries expressed his fear ; Each different age and sex revealed its pain , In now a louder , now a lower strain ; While the meek father , listening to their tones , Swelled the full cadence of the grief by groans ...
... knew not grief , but cries expressed his fear ; Each different age and sex revealed its pain , In now a louder , now a lower strain ; While the meek father , listening to their tones , Swelled the full cadence of the grief by groans ...
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... knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . By a steel - clenched postern door , They entered now the chancel tall ; The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars , lofty , and light , and ...
... knew , by the streamers that shot so bright , That spirits were riding the northern light . By a steel - clenched postern door , They entered now the chancel tall ; The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars , lofty , and light , and ...
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Page 38 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 44 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 41 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd 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 48 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 16 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Page 14 - And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 11 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 44 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 19 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 8 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.