A collection of poems on divine and moral subjects, selected from various authors by W. GilesWilliam Giles (didactic writer) 1775 |
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... turn of mind , Content , and not for praife , but virtue kind . Hither the walkers turn their weary feet , Then blefs the manfion , and the master greet : Their greeting fair bestow'd with modeft guise , The courteous mafter hears , and ...
... turn of mind , Content , and not for praife , but virtue kind . Hither the walkers turn their weary feet , Then blefs the manfion , and the master greet : Their greeting fair bestow'd with modeft guise , The courteous mafter hears , and ...
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... turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild fparkling rage inflames the father's eyes , He burfts the bands of fear , and madly ... turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair , Celestial Fair [ 60 ]
... turns , and sinks among the dead . Wild fparkling rage inflames the father's eyes , He burfts the bands of fear , and madly ... turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair , Celestial Fair [ 60 ]
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... turning fought his ancient place , And spent a life of piety and peace . H AN EXHORTATION . " WATCH : " " AVE angels finn'd , and fhall not man beware ? How fhall a fon of earth decline the fnare ? Not folded arms , and flackness of the ...
... turning fought his ancient place , And spent a life of piety and peace . H AN EXHORTATION . " WATCH : " " AVE angels finn'd , and fhall not man beware ? How fhall a fon of earth decline the fnare ? Not folded arms , and flackness of the ...
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... turn'd the deafen'd ear ! Thy preservations are an endless train , And yet how few in memory remain ! Thy mercy boundless ! as thy love was free , No innate caufe for fuch regards in me ; No excellence , no human acts of mine , But ere ...
... turn'd the deafen'd ear ! Thy preservations are an endless train , And yet how few in memory remain ! Thy mercy boundless ! as thy love was free , No innate caufe for fuch regards in me ; No excellence , no human acts of mine , But ere ...
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... turn , In man , perhaps , ev'n DEITY may mourn . Hafte then , O hafte ! while fate is in your pow'r , In fraud and force improve the smiling hour . For foon this man fhall caft his cruft of clay , And mount the regions of eternal day ...
... turn , In man , perhaps , ev'n DEITY may mourn . Hafte then , O hafte ! while fate is in your pow'r , In fraud and force improve the smiling hour . For foon this man fhall caft his cruft of clay , And mount the regions of eternal day ...
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Page 292 - 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 289 - 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' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 293 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 288 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Page 139 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Page 55 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 290 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Page 58 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Page 288 - 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 56 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...