The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Pàgina 47
... glorious ancestors enlarge , Produce their debt , instead of their discharge . Dorset , let those who proudly boast their line , Like thee , in worth hereditary , shine . Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own YOUNG . 47.
... glorious ancestors enlarge , Produce their debt , instead of their discharge . Dorset , let those who proudly boast their line , Like thee , in worth hereditary , shine . Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own YOUNG . 47.
Pàgina 48
Samuel Carter Hall. Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own We want not fools to buy that Bristol stone . Mean sons of earth , who on a South - Sea tide Of full success , swam into wealth and ... Muse , canst thou resist so 48 YOUNG .
Samuel Carter Hall. Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own We want not fools to buy that Bristol stone . Mean sons of earth , who on a South - Sea tide Of full success , swam into wealth and ... Muse , canst thou resist so 48 YOUNG .
Pàgina 49
Samuel Carter Hall. But how , my Muse , canst thou resist so long The bright temptation of the courtly throng , Thy most inviting theme ? The court affords Much food for satire ; -it abounds in lords . " What lords are those saluting ...
Samuel Carter Hall. But how , my Muse , canst thou resist so long The bright temptation of the courtly throng , Thy most inviting theme ? The court affords Much food for satire ; -it abounds in lords . " What lords are those saluting ...
Pàgina 60
... muse but serv'd to ease some friend , not wife ; To help me through this long disease , my life . " These touching lines express the career of Pope . Nature had denied him the more active and sensual enjoyments , and thrown him upon the ...
... muse but serv'd to ease some friend , not wife ; To help me through this long disease , my life . " These touching lines express the career of Pope . Nature had denied him the more active and sensual enjoyments , and thrown him upon the ...
Pàgina 66
... Muse forgot , and thou belov'd no more ! FROM THE EPISTLE TO DR . ARBUTHNOT . CURST be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft - ey'd ...
... Muse forgot , and thou belov'd no more ! FROM THE EPISTLE TO DR . ARBUTHNOT . CURST be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft - ey'd ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Pàgina 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Pàgina 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Pàgina 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Pàgina 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Pàgina 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Pàgina 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Pàgina 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Pàgina 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Pàgina 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...