Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Volume 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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Pagina 22
... hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to thefe the fault , If mem'ry o'er ... hour , This folemn hour , when filence rules the world , And wearied nature makes a gen'ral paufe ; Wrapt in night's ...
... hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to thefe the fault , If mem'ry o'er ... hour , This folemn hour , when filence rules the world , And wearied nature makes a gen'ral paufe ; Wrapt in night's ...
Pagina 23
... hour the fatal fruit , Unbarr'd the gates of Hell , and let loose Sin And Death , and all the family of Pain , To prey upon Mankind . Young Nature faw The monstrous crew , and fhook thro'all her frame . Then fled her new - born luftre ...
... hour the fatal fruit , Unbarr'd the gates of Hell , and let loose Sin And Death , and all the family of Pain , To prey upon Mankind . Young Nature faw The monstrous crew , and fhook thro'all her frame . Then fled her new - born luftre ...
Pagina 24
... hour ; too foon that hour will come , Tho ' Nature run her courfe . But Nature's God , If need require , by thoufind various ways , Without thy aid , can fhorten that short fpan , And quench the lamp of life . O when he comes , Rous'd ...
... hour ; too foon that hour will come , Tho ' Nature run her courfe . But Nature's God , If need require , by thoufind various ways , Without thy aid , can fhorten that short fpan , And quench the lamp of life . O when he comes , Rous'd ...
Pagina 26
... hour To mimic forrow , when the heart's not fad ! How rich the trappings , now they're all unfurl'd And glitt'ring ... hours , Tenacious of its theme Still , ftill fhe thinks She fees him , and indulging the fond thought , Clings yet ...
... hour To mimic forrow , when the heart's not fad ! How rich the trappings , now they're all unfurl'd And glitt'ring ... hours , Tenacious of its theme Still , ftill fhe thinks She fees him , and indulging the fond thought , Clings yet ...
Pagina 52
... hour When contemplation , from her funless haunts , The cool damp grotto , or the lonely depth Of unpierc'd woods , where wrapt in filent shade She mus'd away the gaudy hours of noon , And fed on thoughts unripen'd by the fun , Moves ...
... hour When contemplation , from her funless haunts , The cool damp grotto , or the lonely depth Of unpierc'd woods , where wrapt in filent shade She mus'd away the gaudy hours of noon , And fed on thoughts unripen'd by the fun , Moves ...
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Pagina 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Pagina 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Pagina 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Pagina 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Pagina 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Pagina 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Pagina 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Pagina 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.