Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... out of naught ? Who , ' midst the realm of ancient night , One undistinguish'd , void abyss ! By his bare fiat form'd the light , And bade this beauteous fabrick rise . Celestial hosts of cherubs , say , Attendants on his 2.
... out of naught ? Who , ' midst the realm of ancient night , One undistinguish'd , void abyss ! By his bare fiat form'd the light , And bade this beauteous fabrick rise . Celestial hosts of cherubs , say , Attendants on his 2.
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... light of Jacob's star ; Waiting till the promis'd ray Turn their darkness into day . See the beams intensely shed Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head . Never may they hence remove , God of truth and God of love ! Ibid . AUTUMN . I AT my ...
... light of Jacob's star ; Waiting till the promis'd ray Turn their darkness into day . See the beams intensely shed Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head . Never may they hence remove , God of truth and God of love ! Ibid . AUTUMN . I AT my ...
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... my soul reveres The great first Cause , that bade the spheres In tuneful order move : Thine is the sable - mantled night , Unseen Almighty ! and the light The radiance of thy love . Hark ! the awaken'd grove repays With melody the genial ...
... my soul reveres The great first Cause , that bade the spheres In tuneful order move : Thine is the sable - mantled night , Unseen Almighty ! and the light The radiance of thy love . Hark ! the awaken'd grove repays With melody the genial ...
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... light : Nor beams the sun , nor blooms the rose , Their restless passions to compose , Who virtue's dictates slight . Along the mead , and in the wood , And on the margin of the flood , The goddess walks confess'd ; She gives the ...
... light : Nor beams the sun , nor blooms the rose , Their restless passions to compose , Who virtue's dictates slight . Along the mead , and in the wood , And on the margin of the flood , The goddess walks confess'd ; She gives the ...
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... light ; But then I sleep so sweet at night ! This grand specific will prevail , When all the doctor's opiates fail . You ask what party I pursue ? Perhaps you mean " whose fool are you ? " The names of party I detest , Badges of slavery ...
... light ; But then I sleep so sweet at night ! This grand specific will prevail , When all the doctor's opiates fail . You ask what party I pursue ? Perhaps you mean " whose fool are you ? " The names of party I detest , Badges of slavery ...
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basket woman beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breath bright canst charms cheek cheer cry'd dear death delight doom'd e'er EPIGRAM ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flame flow'r flower folding star fond friend of human gale gentle give gloom glow grace grief hail happy hast heart heav'n hope hour kind gentlemen LADY life's lov'd love's lyre Magazine maid mind morn mourn muse Musidora ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pindar pity pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rapture RICHARD PLANTAGENET rill rise rose rove sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spring strain stream swain sweet tear Tell tender thee thine thought thro TOM JONES trembling Twas vale vex'd voice wilt thou wind wings wish youth
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Page 293 - 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.
Page 150 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 132 - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
Page 208 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 263 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Page 171 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 264 - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Page 150 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 134 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
Page 133 - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.