ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
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aether art thou Aspasio behold beneath blessings blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath charms clouds dark death deep divine dread earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'r flowers give gloomy glory grave grief hand hast hear heart heaven heavenly hids hirth honour hope and fear hopes hour Keswick king live look lord Magilligan mighty mighty Hero mind mortal mourn Naiad nature nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace pleasure poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rest rill rise round sacred scene sceptre scorn seraph shade shore sigh Skiddaw skies smiling song sorrow soul sound spread stream sweet tear Tell tempest thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling trinmph truth vale virtue voice waves weary weep Whilst wild Windermere winds wings wise wretch youth
الصفحة 197 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
الصفحة 196 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
الصفحة 174 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
الصفحة 64 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
الصفحة 195 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
الصفحة 150 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
الصفحة 193 - 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' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
الصفحة 196 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 160 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.