The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Pagina ix
... sense of the support by which his labours have been recompensed ; - and trusts he may be again successful in his efforts to obtain that extensive patronage which can alone reward the Publishers for an undertaking costly almost beyond ...
... sense of the support by which his labours have been recompensed ; - and trusts he may be again successful in his efforts to obtain that extensive patronage which can alone reward the Publishers for an undertaking costly almost beyond ...
Pagina 2
... sense to approve of it ; and if it has them , Tom Piper's is as good as my Lord Duke's . " The principal other poems of Pomfret are- " Love Triumphant over Reason ; " " Cruelty and Lust , " founded on the well - known story of the ...
... sense to approve of it ; and if it has them , Tom Piper's is as good as my Lord Duke's . " The principal other poems of Pomfret are- " Love Triumphant over Reason ; " " Cruelty and Lust , " founded on the well - known story of the ...
Pagina 4
... judgment reads his charming lines , In which strong art with stronger nature joins , Must grant his fancy does the best excel ; His thoughts so tender , and express'd so well : With all those moderns , men of steady sense , 4 POMFRET .
... judgment reads his charming lines , In which strong art with stronger nature joins , Must grant his fancy does the best excel ; His thoughts so tender , and express'd so well : With all those moderns , men of steady sense , 4 POMFRET .
Pagina 5
Samuel Carter Hall. With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteem'd for learning and for eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I'd always take my morning exercise : For sure no minutes bring us more content ...
Samuel Carter Hall. With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteem'd for learning and for eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I'd always take my morning exercise : For sure no minutes bring us more content ...
Pagina 6
... sense ; More than enough is but impertinence . Her conduct regular , her mirth refin'd ; Civil to strangers , to her neighbours kind ; Averse to vanity , revenge , and pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her ...
... sense ; More than enough is but impertinence . Her conduct regular , her mirth refin'd ; Civil to strangers , to her neighbours kind ; Averse to vanity , revenge , and pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
appear Auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath blest born bosom breast breath character charms cheerful clouds Cutty-sark dear death delight died divine Simplicity earth elegant Epic Poetry ETON COLLEGE ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate father flowers frae genius gentle glory grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart Heaven hills holy orders honour hour labour light live lyre maid merit mind Monody mourn Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Oliver Goldsmith pain passions plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride produced proud rage Robert Bloomfield round sacred scene shade smile song soon soul spirit Spleen spring stream sweet taste tears tender thee thine thou thought toil truth University of Edinburgh vale verse virtue wave wild wind wings wyllowe youth
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...