The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Side 4
... live ; And all those hours propitious Fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend ; Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform , not little nor too great ; Better , if on a rising ground it stood ; On ...
... live ; And all those hours propitious Fate should lend , In blissful ease and satisfaction spend ; Near some fair town I'd have a private seat , Built uniform , not little nor too great ; Better , if on a rising ground it stood ; On ...
Side 5
... live genteelly , but not great : As much as I could moderately spend ; A little more , sometimes t'oblige a friend . Nor should the sons of poverty repine Too much at fortune , they should taste of mine ; And all that objects of true ...
... live genteelly , but not great : As much as I could moderately spend ; A little more , sometimes t'oblige a friend . Nor should the sons of poverty repine Too much at fortune , they should taste of mine ; And all that objects of true ...
Side 6
... Heaven a date of many years would give , Thus I'd in pleasure , ease , and plenty live . And as I near approach'd the verge of life , Some kind relation ( for I'd have no wife ) Should take upon him all my worldly care , Whilst 6 POMFRET .
... Heaven a date of many years would give , Thus I'd in pleasure , ease , and plenty live . And as I near approach'd the verge of life , Some kind relation ( for I'd have no wife ) Should take upon him all my worldly care , Whilst 6 POMFRET .
Side 7
... live and die like me . TO HIS FRIEND INCLINED TO MARRY . I WOULD not have you , Strephon , choose a mate , From too ... lives delightful prove , Is a genteel sufficiency and love . JONATHAN SWIFT , a kinsman of John Dryden , was POMFRET . 7.
... live and die like me . TO HIS FRIEND INCLINED TO MARRY . I WOULD not have you , Strephon , choose a mate , From too ... lives delightful prove , Is a genteel sufficiency and love . JONATHAN SWIFT , a kinsman of John Dryden , was POMFRET . 7.
Side 27
... live alone . LOOKING UPWARD . THE heavens invite mine eye , The stars salute me round ; Father , I blush , I mourn to lie Thus grovelling on the ground . My warmer spirits move , And make attempts to fly ; I wish aloud for wings of love ...
... live alone . LOOKING UPWARD . THE heavens invite mine eye , The stars salute me round ; Father , I blush , I mourn to lie Thus grovelling on the ground . My warmer spirits move , And make attempts to fly ; I wish aloud for wings of love ...
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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...