Beauties of Poetry: Consisting of Elegant Selections from the Works of Pope, Goldsmith, Beattie, GrayChurchill & M'Glashan, 1814 - 300 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... hands thy dying eyes were closed , By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed , By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd , By strangers 10 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
... hands thy dying eyes were closed , By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed , By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd , By strangers 10 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
Strana 11
... hands thy humble grave adorn'd , By strangers honor'd , and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear , Grieve for an hour , perhaps , then mourn a year , And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances ...
... hands thy humble grave adorn'd , By strangers honor'd , and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear , Grieve for an hour , perhaps , then mourn a year , And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances ...
Strana 13
... hand and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promised father of the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes , Nor fields with gleaming steel ...
... hand and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promised father of the future age . No more shall nation against nation rise , Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes , Nor fields with gleaming steel ...
Strana 14
... hand that sow'd , shall reap the field .. The swain , in barren deserts , with surprise , Sees lilies spring , and sudden verdure rise ; And starts , amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear . On rifted ...
... hand that sow'd , shall reap the field .. The swain , in barren deserts , with surprise , Sees lilies spring , and sudden verdure rise ; And starts , amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear . On rifted ...
Strana 17
... hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green ; One only master grasps the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But , choked with sedges , works its weedy way ...
... hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green ; One only master grasps the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But , choked with sedges , works its weedy way ...
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ALEXANDER POPE art thou beauty beneath blest bloom blooming band bosom bower breast breath charms crown'd dark dear deep earth Edwin Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear fire flame fled flow flowers fond gale Genius gentle grace grave grove hail haste heart Heaven hill hour JAMES BEATTIE learn'd lonely lyre maid mind morn mountain mourn Muse Nature's night nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale peace pity plain poison'd pomp praise pride rage rill rise ROBERT BURNS round rove scene shade shepherd shine sigh silent sing Sisygambis skies sleep smile soft song soothe soul sound Spleen swain sweet swell tale tear tender thee thine THOMAS GRAY THOMAS PARNELL thou toil train trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wealth weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings woods yonder youth
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Strana 29 - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Strana 86 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Strana 15 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Strana 207 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strana 19 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Strana 22 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Strana 21 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Strana 127 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame. Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display ; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Strana 34 - But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign; Though poor, luxurious; though submissive, vain; Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins anew.
Strana 86 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...