Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and to Comprise, in One Volume, the Beauties of English Poetry |
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... maid with Mira might compare ? While Lucia's eyes and Lucia's lyre Did unresisted love inspire . Imagine now the table clear , And mirth in very face appear : The song , the tale , the jest went round , The riddle dark , the trick ...
... maid with Mira might compare ? While Lucia's eyes and Lucia's lyre Did unresisted love inspire . Imagine now the table clear , And mirth in very face appear : The song , the tale , the jest went round , The riddle dark , the trick ...
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... maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep ; And if on the banks by the stream , Reclined on her bosom , I sink into sleep , Her image still softens my dream . Together we range o'er the slow - rising hills , Delighted ...
... maid in my arms . Now jocund together we tend a few sheep ; And if on the banks by the stream , Reclined on her bosom , I sink into sleep , Her image still softens my dream . Together we range o'er the slow - rising hills , Delighted ...
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... maid who loved , Thou sought'st a wondrous spell ; Oh ! deign once more to exert thy power ; Haply some herb or tree , Sovereign as juice of western flower , Conceals a balm for me . I ask no kind return of love , No tempting 100 SELECT ...
... maid who loved , Thou sought'st a wondrous spell ; Oh ! deign once more to exert thy power ; Haply some herb or tree , Sovereign as juice of western flower , Conceals a balm for me . I ask no kind return of love , No tempting 100 SELECT ...
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... in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milk - maid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in SELECT POEMS . 119.
... in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milk - maid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in SELECT POEMS . 119.
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... earlier season lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead . Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 120 SELECT POEMS .
... earlier season lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead . Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 120 SELECT POEMS .
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Page 134 - Of grateful evening mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Page 55 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Page 135 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 171 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 94 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 92 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined • Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 91 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 174 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 240 - And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
Page 125 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...