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... hope upon the Cross , and recommended Clarke's Sermons as fullest on the doctrine of a Propitiation . He spoke of the Bible and of the Sabbath with the warmest feel- ings of belief and respect . At last , on the 13th day of Decem- ber ...
... hope upon the Cross , and recommended Clarke's Sermons as fullest on the doctrine of a Propitiation . He spoke of the Bible and of the Sabbath with the warmest feel- ings of belief and respect . At last , on the 13th day of Decem- ber ...
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... hope but soothes to double my distress , And every moment leaves my little less ; While yet my steady steps no staff sustains , And life , still vigorous , revels in my veins , Grant me , kind Heaven ! to find some happier place , Where ...
... hope but soothes to double my distress , And every moment leaves my little less ; While yet my steady steps no staff sustains , And life , still vigorous , revels in my veins , Grant me , kind Heaven ! to find some happier place , Where ...
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... hope remains for me , Who start at theft , and blush at perjury , Who scarce forbear , though Britain's court he sing , To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ; A statesman's logic unconvinced can hear , And dare to slumber o'er the ...
... hope remains for me , Who start at theft , and blush at perjury , Who scarce forbear , though Britain's court he sing , To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ; A statesman's logic unconvinced can hear , And dare to slumber o'er the ...
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... hope the British lineaments to trace , The rustic grandeur , or the surly grace ; But lost in thoughtless ease and empty show , Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau ; Sense , freedom , piety , refin'd away , Of France the mimic , and ...
... hope the British lineaments to trace , The rustic grandeur , or the surly grace ; But lost in thoughtless ease and empty show , Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau ; Sense , freedom , piety , refin'd away , Of France the mimic , and ...
Side 21
... or heat , To shake in dog - days , in December sweat . How , when competitors like these contend , Can surly Virtue hope to fix a friend ? 113 120 130 140 Slaves that with serious impudence beguile , And lie without LONDON . 21.
... or heat , To shake in dog - days , in December sweat . How , when competitors like these contend , Can surly Virtue hope to fix a friend ? 113 120 130 140 Slaves that with serious impudence beguile , And lie without LONDON . 21.
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The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett Samuel Johnson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1855 |
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Side 159 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 166 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Side 162 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Side 178 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 167 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Side 205 - 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 205 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side 204 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — 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...
Side 163 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Side 167 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.