The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... fair and ingenious hand * that directed me to such entertainments in a foreign language , which I had long wished for , and sought in vain in our own ? Yet I must confess , that the Davideis , and the two Arthurs , have so far answered ...
... fair and ingenious hand * that directed me to such entertainments in a foreign language , which I had long wished for , and sought in vain in our own ? Yet I must confess , that the Davideis , and the two Arthurs , have so far answered ...
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... fair book of life and grace May I but find my name , Recorded in some humble place Beneath my Lord , the Lamb ? DIVINE JUDGMENTS . NoT from the dust my sorrows spring , Nor drop my comforts from the lower skies ; Let all the baneful ...
... fair book of life and grace May I but find my name , Recorded in some humble place Beneath my Lord , the Lamb ? DIVINE JUDGMENTS . NoT from the dust my sorrows spring , Nor drop my comforts from the lower skies ; Let all the baneful ...
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... Fair , the Infinite Unknown ! DEATH AND ETERNITY . My thoughts , that often mount the skies , Go search the world beneath , Where Nature all in ruin lies , And owns her sovereign , Death . The tyrant , how he triumphs here ! His ...
... Fair , the Infinite Unknown ! DEATH AND ETERNITY . My thoughts , that often mount the skies , Go search the world beneath , Where Nature all in ruin lies , And owns her sovereign , Death . The tyrant , how he triumphs here ! His ...
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... fair inheritance , in light Above created skies . Had but the prison walls been strong , And firm without a flaw , In darkness she had dwelt too long , And less of glory saw . But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear ...
... fair inheritance , in light Above created skies . Had but the prison walls been strong , And firm without a flaw , In darkness she had dwelt too long , And less of glory saw . But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear ...
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... Fair queen of silence , silver moon , Whose gentle beams , and borrow'd light , Are softer rivals of the noon ; Arise , and to that Sovereign Power Waxing and waning honours pay , Who bid thee rule the dusky hour , And half supply the ...
... Fair queen of silence , silver moon , Whose gentle beams , and borrow'd light , Are softer rivals of the noon ; Arise , and to that Sovereign Power Waxing and waning honours pay , Who bid thee rule the dusky hour , And half supply the ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 23 Ezekiel Sanford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1819 |
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Side 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Side 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Side 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Side 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Side 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Side 362 - 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.