Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Zväzok 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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Strana 2
... round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And fpread the truth from pole to pole . What though in folemn filence all Move round the dark terreftrial ball ! What tho ' nor real voice nor ...
... round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And fpread the truth from pole to pole . What though in folemn filence all Move round the dark terreftrial ball ! What tho ' nor real voice nor ...
Strana 5
... round , Lord ! What is Man , that in thy care His humble lot fhould find a fhare ; Or what the Son of Man , that Thou Thus to his wants thy ear fhouldst bow ? His rank awhile , by thy decree , Th ' Angelic Tribes beneath them fee , Till ...
... round , Lord ! What is Man , that in thy care His humble lot fhould find a fhare ; Or what the Son of Man , that Thou Thus to his wants thy ear fhouldst bow ? His rank awhile , by thy decree , Th ' Angelic Tribes beneath them fee , Till ...
Strana 12
... round the whole.Revolve her circles , and increase her light ; Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly , To wing his founding chariot thro ' the sky , Impetuous tempefts the command obey , Suftain his fight , and fweep th'aerial way ...
... round the whole.Revolve her circles , and increase her light ; Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly , To wing his founding chariot thro ' the sky , Impetuous tempefts the command obey , Suftain his fight , and fweep th'aerial way ...
Strana 14
... round ; the forest smiles ; And every fenfe and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the Summer months , With light and heat refulgent . Then thy fun Shoots full perfection thro ' the fwelling year : And oft thy voice in ...
... round ; the forest smiles ; And every fenfe and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the Summer months , With light and heat refulgent . Then thy fun Shoots full perfection thro ' the fwelling year : And oft thy voice in ...
Strana 19
... round . Let not this weak , unknowing hand Prefume thy bolts to throw , And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong , oh teach my heart To find ...
... round . Let not this weak , unknowing hand Prefume thy bolts to throw , And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong , oh teach my heart To find ...
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Strana 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Strana 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Strana 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Strana 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Strana 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Strana 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Strana 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Strana 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Strana 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.