The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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Pàgina 6
... pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her friend , and good to all , No censure might upon her actions fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least of womankind astray . To this fair ...
... pride ; In all the methods of deceit untried : So faithful to her friend , and good to all , No censure might upon her actions fall : Then would ev'n envy be compell'd to say , She goes the least of womankind astray . To this fair ...
Pàgina 7
... pride , or pedantry : For the effect of woman's wit is such , Too little is as dangerous as too much . But chiefly let her humour close with thine , Unless where your's does to a fault incline ; The least disparity in this destroys ...
... pride , or pedantry : For the effect of woman's wit is such , Too little is as dangerous as too much . But chiefly let her humour close with thine , Unless where your's does to a fault incline ; The least disparity in this destroys ...
Pàgina 10
... trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an usurpation . I have no title to aspire ; Yet , when 10 SWIFT . On the Death of Dr Swift.
... trace ? Self - love , ambition , envy , pride , Their empire in our heart divide . Give others riches , power , and station , ' Tis all to me an usurpation . I have no title to aspire ; Yet , when 10 SWIFT . On the Death of Dr Swift.
Pàgina 11
... pride , And made me throw my pen aside ; If with such talents heaven hath bless'd ' em , Have I not reason to detest ' em ? * From Dublin soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , " the Dean is dead ; " And Lady Suffolk , in the ...
... pride , And made me throw my pen aside ; If with such talents heaven hath bless'd ' em , Have I not reason to detest ' em ? * From Dublin soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , " the Dean is dead ; " And Lady Suffolk , in the ...
Pàgina 39
... pride , O strange return ! grew black , and gasp'd , and died . Horror of horrors ! what ! his only son ? How look'd our hermit when the fact was done ! Not hell , though hell's black jaws in sunder part , And breathe blue fire , could ...
... pride , O strange return ! grew black , and gasp'd , and died . Horror of horrors ! what ! his only son ? How look'd our hermit when the fact was done ! Not hell , though hell's black jaws in sunder part , And breathe blue fire , could ...
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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...