The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 sider |
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... wing . Who Nature's treasures would explore , Her mysteries and arcana know , Must high as lofty Newton soar , Must stoop as searching Woodward low . Who studies ancient laws and rites , Tongues , arts , and arms , all history , Must ...
... wing . Who Nature's treasures would explore , Her mysteries and arcana know , Must high as lofty Newton soar , Must stoop as searching Woodward low . Who studies ancient laws and rites , Tongues , arts , and arms , all history , Must ...
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... wing . The clouds have bent their bosom lower , And shed their sorrows in a shower . The brooks beyond their limits flow ; And louder murmurs speak their woe . The nymphs and swains adopt thy cares : They heave thy sighs , and weep thy ...
... wing . The clouds have bent their bosom lower , And shed their sorrows in a shower . The brooks beyond their limits flow ; And louder murmurs speak their woe . The nymphs and swains adopt thy cares : They heave thy sighs , and weep thy ...
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... wings her flight ; And trembling vows , she'll ne'er again Approach the shore , or view the main . " Once more at least look back , " said I ; Thy - self in that large glass descry : 66 When thou art in good humour dress'd ; When gentle ...
... wings her flight ; And trembling vows , she'll ne'er again Approach the shore , or view the main . " Once more at least look back , " said I ; Thy - self in that large glass descry : 66 When thou art in good humour dress'd ; When gentle ...
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... wings , and knew man was but dust . This verse little polish'd , though mighty sincere , Sets neither his titles nor merit to view , It says that his relics collected lie here , And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true . Fierce ...
... wings , and knew man was but dust . This verse little polish'd , though mighty sincere , Sets neither his titles nor merit to view , It says that his relics collected lie here , And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true . Fierce ...
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... succeeding ills opprest , For joys we hop'd to find ; By age , too , rumpled and undrest , We , gladly sinking down to rest , Leave following crowds behind . Jealousy Vain Love , why dost thou boast of wings 33 D LADY WINCHILSEA.
... succeeding ills opprest , For joys we hop'd to find ; By age , too , rumpled and undrest , We , gladly sinking down to rest , Leave following crowds behind . Jealousy Vain Love , why dost thou boast of wings 33 D LADY WINCHILSEA.
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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...