The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... elegant funeral poem , " says Dr. Johnson , " is not to be found in the whole compass of English literature . " It was sufficient to negative the assertion that he was indebted to the tasteful and judicious touches of his friend for ...
... elegant funeral poem , " says Dr. Johnson , " is not to be found in the whole compass of English literature . " It was sufficient to negative the assertion that he was indebted to the tasteful and judicious touches of his friend for ...
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... elegant knowledge . " He was at once a skilful sportsman and a man of letters . Unhappily , however , he lacked prudence ; and the rational enjoyments of the field led to the irrational joys of the table . The " elegant competence " he ...
... elegant knowledge . " He was at once a skilful sportsman and a man of letters . Unhappily , however , he lacked prudence ; and the rational enjoyments of the field led to the irrational joys of the table . The " elegant competence " he ...
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... elegant and domestic . Books and flowers seem to have been the only rivals in his thoughts . His rambles were from his fire - side to his garden ; and although the only record of his genius is of a gloomy character , it is evident that ...
... elegant and domestic . Books and flowers seem to have been the only rivals in his thoughts . His rambles were from his fire - side to his garden ; and although the only record of his genius is of a gloomy character , it is evident that ...
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... elegant retirement . In 1746 , he published " the Castle of Indolence " -the most highly finished of all his compositions , and which was " many years under his hand . " He died of fever , in 1748 , and was buried at Richmond ; but a ...
... elegant retirement . In 1746 , he published " the Castle of Indolence " -the most highly finished of all his compositions , and which was " many years under his hand . " He died of fever , in 1748 , and was buried at Richmond ; but a ...
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... elegant . Dr. Johnson , who has painted this portrait , mars it by a rude touch : - " The rest of his character may , without injury to his memory , sink into silence . " His apologist , Dr. Anderson , admits that vanity was his ...
... elegant . Dr. Johnson , who has painted this portrait , mars it by a rude touch : - " The rest of his character may , without injury to his memory , sink into silence . " His apologist , Dr. Anderson , admits that vanity was his ...
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Page 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Page 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Page 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Page 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Page 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Page 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Page 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...