The Poetical Works of Akenside and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... thing. When intoxication feels like the only way to survive the modern world, how can she ever sober up? People, Places & Things premiered at the National Theatre in 2015 before transferring to London's West End and St. Ann's Warehouse ...
... thing. When intoxication feels like the only way to survive the modern world, how can she ever sober up? People, Places & Things premiered at the National Theatre in 2015 before transferring to London's West End and St. Ann's Warehouse ...
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... things of God . Then , as to the letter of the word , some say it seems to con- tradict itself . Some things that Peter wrote , Paul seems to have given different versions of . This shows the necessity of being taught of God , in things ...
... things of God . Then , as to the letter of the word , some say it seems to con- tradict itself . Some things that Peter wrote , Paul seems to have given different versions of . This shows the necessity of being taught of God , in things ...
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... things that I was doing, the other things that have been mentioned (and then some) are still part of Holiness Church do's and don'ts list (better known as their policy manual). Oh my God, you are right again. We were given a ticket to ...
... things that I was doing, the other things that have been mentioned (and then some) are still part of Holiness Church do's and don'ts list (better known as their policy manual). Oh my God, you are right again. We were given a ticket to ...
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... Things we did. Things we didn't do, but should have. Things we did wrong. Oh, it wasn't just Dan. It was me too. I admit that. In fact, it was me who started it. Me who told the lie that set everything in motion, like a runaway train ...
... Things we did. Things we didn't do, but should have. Things we did wrong. Oh, it wasn't just Dan. It was me too. I admit that. In fact, it was me who started it. Me who told the lie that set everything in motion, like a runaway train ...
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... things external to himself and his ideas was with Descartes only an inference , and not an intellec- tually necessary assumption — an inference which he vindi- cated on the ... things , or that changes in things follow our volitions . The.
... things external to himself and his ideas was with Descartes only an inference , and not an intellec- tually necessary assumption — an inference which he vindi- cated on the ... things , or that changes in things follow our volitions . The.
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Academus Akenside Akenside's Amid ancient appears arms arts awful bards Beauty behold bloom Bloomsbury Square BOOK bosom breast breath brow Bucke Charles Townshend charms Clisthenes colours Daniel Wray deeds delight divine doth dwell Dyson e'er Earl of Huntingdon earth edition eternal fair faithful fame Fancy fate fix'd flame flowers forms frame genius glory groves hand haply Hardinge harmonious hath heart heaven honours hour human immortal labour laws Lettsom lyre Lyric Poetry Megacles mind mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's Nymphs o'er objects passions paths Physicians Pindar Pisistratus Plato pleasing Pleasures of Imagination poem poet poetry pomp praise radiant Richard Dawes ridiculous sacred says scene scorn sense shade Sire smiles smiling band song soul springs strain streams sublime sweet taste thee things thou thought thro throne toil tongue Truth virtue Virtue's voice whate'er whence wisdom youth
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الصفحة 8 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
الصفحة 136 - Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, and bade the father of his country 'hail! for lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, and Rome again is free!
الصفحة xvi - Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me; for, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these kinds of composition.
الصفحة 186 - Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd.
الصفحة 125 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
الصفحة 135 - Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, Earth and Heaven !) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand, Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthroned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Invites the soul to never-fading joy.
الصفحة 124 - And through the mists of passion and of sense, And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent Of nature, calls him to his high reward, The applauding smile of Heaven?
الصفحة 187 - Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze On Nature's form, where, negligent of all These lesser graces, she assumes the port Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd . The world's foundations...
الصفحة 248 - Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
الصفحة 28 - Muse, though artless, was not mute : Of elegance as yet he took no care; For this of time and culture is the fruit ; And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare : As in some future verse I purpose to declare.