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Side 73
... wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a facrifice , And grinning Infamy ; The ftings of Falfhood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , 65 79 75 That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe , with blood defil'd ...
... wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a facrifice , And grinning Infamy ; The ftings of Falfhood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , 65 79 75 That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe , with blood defil'd ...
Side 96
... wretch's prayer ; At laft I find myself reftor'd , From thy bewitching fnares and thee : I feel for once this is no dream ; I feel my captive foul is free ; And I am truly what I feem . I cannot now , as heretofore , Put on indifference ...
... wretch's prayer ; At laft I find myself reftor'd , From thy bewitching fnares and thee : I feel for once this is no dream ; I feel my captive foul is free ; And I am truly what I feem . I cannot now , as heretofore , Put on indifference ...
Side 129
... wretch pursuing " Tread where the treach'rous meteors glow , 70 " He'd find , too late his rafhnefs rueing , " That fatal quickfands lurk below . " In life fuch bubbles nought admiring , " Gilt with falfe light and fill'd with air ...
... wretch pursuing " Tread where the treach'rous meteors glow , 70 " He'd find , too late his rafhnefs rueing , " That fatal quickfands lurk below . " In life fuch bubbles nought admiring , " Gilt with falfe light and fill'd with air ...
Side 132
... wretch forfakes his native land , In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home ; Penfive he treads the deftin'd way , And dreads to go , nor dares to stay ; ' Till on fome neighb'ring mountain's brow He ftops , and ...
... wretch forfakes his native land , In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home ; Penfive he treads the deftin'd way , And dreads to go , nor dares to stay ; ' Till on fome neighb'ring mountain's brow He ftops , and ...
Side 167
... wretch to raise , And his last faultering accents whispered praise . At church , with meek and unaffected grace , His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double fway , And fools , who came to fcoff ...
... wretch to raise , And his last faultering accents whispered praise . At church , with meek and unaffected grace , His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double fway , And fools , who came to fcoff ...
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Side 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 91 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Side 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Side 89 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Side 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Side 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, 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.
Side 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.