The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... kind companion ( for I'd have no wife ) Should take upon him all my worldly care , Whilst I did for a better state prepare . " Although he was actually married , at the time he made application for a more valu- able appointment , his ...
... kind companion ( for I'd have no wife ) Should take upon him all my worldly care , Whilst I did for a better state prepare . " Although he was actually married , at the time he made application for a more valu- able appointment , his ...
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... kind ; Averse to vanity , revenge , and pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her friend , and good to all , No censure might upon her actions fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least ...
... kind ; Averse to vanity , revenge , and pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her friend , and good to all , No censure might upon her actions fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least ...
Side 10
... kind , Where not one careless thought intrudes , Less modest than the speech of prudes . * * * * The Graces next would act their part , And show'd but little of their art ; Their work was half already done , The child with native beauty ...
... kind , Where not one careless thought intrudes , Less modest than the speech of prudes . * * * * The Graces next would act their part , And show'd but little of their art ; Their work was half already done , The child with native beauty ...
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... kind ; No fools of rank , or mongrel breed , Who fain would pass for lords indeed : Where titles give no right or power , And peerage is a wither'd flower ; He would have deem'd it a disgrace , If such a wretch had known his face . " He ...
... kind ; No fools of rank , or mongrel breed , Who fain would pass for lords indeed : Where titles give no right or power , And peerage is a wither'd flower ; He would have deem'd it a disgrace , If such a wretch had known his face . " He ...
Side 14
... kind ; Nor made a sacrifice of those Who still were true , to please his foes . He labour'd many a fruitless hour , To reconcile his friends in power ; Saw mischief by a faction brewing , While they pursued each other's ruin ; But ...
... kind ; Nor made a sacrifice of those Who still were true , to please his foes . He labour'd many a fruitless hour , To reconcile his friends in power ; Saw mischief by a faction brewing , While they pursued each other's ruin ; But ...
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Side 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Side 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Side 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Side 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Side 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Side 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Side 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Side 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Side 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...