Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... lost in the identity . Oh hadst thou liv'd in better days than these , F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame ! Alas ! thou hast no modern arts to please , And to deserve is all thy empty claim . Else thou'dst been plac'd , by learning ...
... lost in the identity . Oh hadst thou liv'd in better days than these , F'er to excel by all was deem'd a shame ! Alas ! thou hast no modern arts to please , And to deserve is all thy empty claim . Else thou'dst been plac'd , by learning ...
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... lost in terrour or in trance , My sinking soul was with my blood inflam'd , And the celestial image sunk , defac'd and maim'd . I sent back memory , in heedful guise , To search the records of preceding years ; Home , like the raven to ...
... lost in terrour or in trance , My sinking soul was with my blood inflam'd , And the celestial image sunk , defac'd and maim'd . I sent back memory , in heedful guise , To search the records of preceding years ; Home , like the raven to ...
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... lost , And delug'd in the flood of dazzling day.- May then the youthful , uninspired bard Presume to hymn th ' Eternal ; may he soar Where seraph , and where cherubin on high Resound th ' unceasing plaudits , and with them In the grand ...
... lost , And delug'd in the flood of dazzling day.- May then the youthful , uninspired bard Presume to hymn th ' Eternal ; may he soar Where seraph , and where cherubin on high Resound th ' unceasing plaudits , and with them In the grand ...
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... lost ; Yet thou , Great Father of the world , surviv'st Eternal , as thou wert : yet still survives The soul of man immortal , perfect now , And candidate for unexpiring joys . He comes ! He comes ! the awful trump I hear ; The flaming ...
... lost ; Yet thou , Great Father of the world , surviv'st Eternal , as thou wert : yet still survives The soul of man immortal , perfect now , And candidate for unexpiring joys . He comes ! He comes ! the awful trump I hear ; The flaming ...
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... Lost in the reflux of the watry walls , That melted to their fluid state again ? Need I recount how Sampson's warlike arm With more than mortal nerves was strung t ' o'er- throw Being , is inscribed , by his , lordship's most obliged ...
... Lost in the reflux of the watry walls , That melted to their fluid state again ? Need I recount how Sampson's warlike arm With more than mortal nerves was strung t ' o'er- throw Being , is inscribed , by his , lordship's most obliged ...
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Seite 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Seite 495 - 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...
Seite 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Seite 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Seite 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Seite 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Seite 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Seite 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Seite 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 495 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.