The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 sider |
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... Vain Advice COLEPEPER , WILLIAM To the Lady Dutry PAGE 53 3 888 29 COLLINS , JOHN Epitaph on an Actor 414 Good Old Things 415 To - Morrow 416 COLLINS , WILLIAM Hassan ; or , The Camel Driver 330 Ode written in 1746 332 Ode to Evening ...
... Vain Advice COLEPEPER , WILLIAM To the Lady Dutry PAGE 53 3 888 29 COLLINS , JOHN Epitaph on an Actor 414 Good Old Things 415 To - Morrow 416 COLLINS , WILLIAM Hassan ; or , The Camel Driver 330 Ode written in 1746 332 Ode to Evening ...
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... Vain Poetical Friend An Ode www wwwwwww ww to t 430 239 239 430 188 189 Song 189 FORDYCE , THE REV . JAMES , D.D. Virtue and Ornament 317 GARRICK , DAVID Advice to the Marquis of Rockingham Sylvia 308 309 Written in a copy of " Fables ...
... Vain Poetical Friend An Ode www wwwwwww ww to t 430 239 239 430 188 189 Song 189 FORDYCE , THE REV . JAMES , D.D. Virtue and Ornament 317 GARRICK , DAVID Advice to the Marquis of Rockingham Sylvia 308 309 Written in a copy of " Fables ...
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... vain toys the vulgar pleasures name ; " Tis nothing , Celia , but the losing thee . Song Of all the torments , all the cares , With which our lives are curs'd : Of all the plagues a lover bears , Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners ...
... vain toys the vulgar pleasures name ; " Tis nothing , Celia , but the losing thee . Song Of all the torments , all the cares , With which our lives are curs'd : Of all the plagues a lover bears , Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners ...
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... sighing , nor imploring , Though all shall be in vain . But hopeless thus to languish When he no more shall bear , But , pin'd with ceaseless anguish , Shall sink beneath his care ; Then she , that did bereave him Of life , 9 WILLIAM WALSH.
... sighing , nor imploring , Though all shall be in vain . But hopeless thus to languish When he no more shall bear , But , pin'd with ceaseless anguish , Shall sink beneath his care ; Then she , that did bereave him Of life , 9 WILLIAM WALSH.
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Iolo Aneurin Williams. Trust me , howe'er the vain may jest , Or the severe advise , " Tis passion only makes us blest , And only shows us wise . Take human life in all its shapes , Free from Love's gentle rules We're all but pert light ...
Iolo Aneurin Williams. Trust me , howe'er the vain may jest , Or the severe advise , " Tis passion only makes us blest , And only shows us wise . Take human life in all its shapes , Free from Love's gentle rules We're all but pert light ...
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Side 54 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 414 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Side 151 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Side 302 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 388 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Side 218 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Side 146 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Side 54 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening 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 302 - Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Side 77 - GOD, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...