The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Pagina 19
... sound , Amidst their radiant orbs be found : In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing as they shine , The hand that made us is divine . ISAAC WATTS was born in 1674 , at Southampton ...
... sound , Amidst their radiant orbs be found : In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing as they shine , The hand that made us is divine . ISAAC WATTS was born in 1674 , at Southampton ...
Pagina 20
... sound judgment , and a discriminating taste ; and the versification is exceedingly easy and correct , except when he " attempts in rhyme the same variety of cadence , comma , and period , which blank verse glories in as its peculiar ...
... sound judgment , and a discriminating taste ; and the versification is exceedingly easy and correct , except when he " attempts in rhyme the same variety of cadence , comma , and period , which blank verse glories in as its peculiar ...
Pagina 32
... sound . What should I do , or whither turn ? Amaz'd , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly Of woodhole : straight my bristling hairs erect Thro ' sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My shudd'ring limbs , and ( wonderful to tell ! ) My ...
... sound . What should I do , or whither turn ? Amaz'd , Confounded , to the dark recess I fly Of woodhole : straight my bristling hairs erect Thro ' sudden fear ; a chilly sweat bedews My shudd'ring limbs , and ( wonderful to tell ! ) My ...
Pagina 37
... sound in air presag'd approaching rain , And beasts to covert scud across the plain . Warn'd by the signs , the wandering pair retreat , To seek for shelter at a neighbouring seat . ' Twas built with turrets on a rising ground , And ...
... sound in air presag'd approaching rain , And beasts to covert scud across the plain . Warn'd by the signs , the wandering pair retreat , To seek for shelter at a neighbouring seat . ' Twas built with turrets on a rising ground , And ...
Pagina 48
... sound ; But builds himself a name ; and , to be great , Sinks in a quarry an immense estate ! In cost and grandeur , Chandos he'll outdo ; And Burlington , thy taste is not so true . The pile is finish'd ; every toil is past ; And full ...
... sound ; But builds himself a name ; and , to be great , Sinks in a quarry an immense estate ! In cost and grandeur , Chandos he'll outdo ; And Burlington , thy taste is not so true . The pile is finish'd ; every toil is past ; And full ...
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...