Poems on Several Occasions: Written in the Eighteenth CenturyKathleen Winifred Campbell B. Blackwell, 1926 - 212 sider |
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Poems on Several Occasions: Written in the Eighteenth Century Kathleen Winifred Campbell Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1926 |
Poems on Several Occasions: Written in the Eighteenth Century Kathleen Winifred Campbell Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1926 |
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ADORATION bard Beauty behold beneath bless blooming breast breathe charm chearful croud dame dear Death deep delight divine e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fame Fate fear flow'r Gales grace green Grongar Hill Groves Hand hear Heart Heav'n Heel I three Hill Hymns ISAAC WATTS JOHN BYROM JOHN GAY JONATHAN SWIFT King live Lord lov'd Love Lubberkin Maid MARK AKENSIDE mark the Ground MATTHEW PRIOR mighty Miscellany Muse ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er passion peace pleas'd Pleasure Poems Poets Pope pow'r praise pride rise round Shade sharp Heel Shepherd sigh sing Sleep smiles soft Song Soul Spleen Spring Stanza stray Swain sweet swelling thee THOMAS HEARN Thomas Warton thou three times mark thro Tom D'Urfey tree turn me thrice twas Vale Verse Warwickshire ween WILLIAM WILLIAM SHENSTONE Wing wyllowe
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Side 46 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Side 107 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 47 - A thousand Ages in thy Sight Are like an Evening gone ; Short as the Watch that ends the Night Before the rising Sun.
Side 21 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 74 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Side 74 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn, Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake; a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Side 52 - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
Side 123 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Side 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Side 195 - CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blast or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well try'd through many a varying year, See LEVETT to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection's eye, Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind, Nor, letter'd arrogance,' deny Thy praise to merit unrefin'd.