Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and to Comprise in One Volume the Beauties of English Poetry |
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الصفحة 35
The father too , a sordid man , Who love nor pity knew , Was all anfeeling as the
clod From whence his riches grew . 11 . Long had he seen their secret flame ,
And saw it long unmov'd : Then with a father's frown at last Had sternly disapprov'
d .
The father too , a sordid man , Who love nor pity knew , Was all anfeeling as the
clod From whence his riches grew . 11 . Long had he seen their secret flame ,
And saw it long unmov'd : Then with a father's frown at last Had sternly disapprov'
d .
الصفحة 49
Sprung in his bosom , to himself unknown ; For still the world prevail'd , and its
dread laugh , Which scarce the firm Philosopher can scorn , Should his heart own
a gleaner in the field : And thus in secret to his soul he sigh'd : “ What pity ! that so
...
Sprung in his bosom , to himself unknown ; For still the world prevail'd , and its
dread laugh , Which scarce the firm Philosopher can scorn , Should his heart own
a gleaner in the field : And thus in secret to his soul he sigh'd : “ What pity ! that so
...
الصفحة 138
Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman falls , to rise no more . Within this
sublunary sphere A country lies — no matter where ; The clime may readily be
found By all , who tread poetic ground . A stream call'd Life across it glides , And ...
Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman falls , to rise no more . Within this
sublunary sphere A country lies — no matter where ; The clime may readily be
found By all , who tread poetic ground . A stream call'd Life across it glides , And ...
الصفحة 200
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man ! Whose trembling limbs have borne him to
your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief- and
Heaven will bless your store . Yoro , These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak ...
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man ! Whose trembling limbs have borne him to
your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief- and
Heaven will bless your store . Yoro , These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak ...
الصفحة 238
Still I sing my love - lorn ditty , Still I slowly pace the plain ; While each passer by
in pity Cries — God help thee , Crazy Jane ! TO HIS FRIEND INCLINED TO
MARRY . BY POMFRET . I would not have you , Strephon , chuse a mate From
too ...
Still I sing my love - lorn ditty , Still I slowly pace the plain ; While each passer by
in pity Cries — God help thee , Crazy Jane ! TO HIS FRIEND INCLINED TO
MARRY . BY POMFRET . I would not have you , Strephon , chuse a mate From
too ...
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bear beauty behold bliss bloom born breast breath charms Content dark dear death delight dwell earth ev'ry face fair fall fate fear feel flow flower fond gentle give glow grace green grove hand happy head hear heart Heaven hill hope hour kind leads leaves light live look maid mind morn mourn nature Nature's never night o'er once pain passion peace pity plain pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rise rose round scenes sense shade sigh sight sings skies smiling soft song soon sorrow soul sound spreads spring stream sweet tale tear tell thee thine thou thought train trembling turns Twas vale Virtue voice walk wealth wings wish youth
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الصفحة 168 - 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.
الصفحة 171 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
الصفحة 166 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
الصفحة 56 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
الصفحة 167 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
الصفحة 79 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 116 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
الصفحة 24 - From seeming Evil still educing Good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
الصفحة 109 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 134 - With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise : 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...