Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and EntertainingE. Johnson, 1785 - 276 pàgines |
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Pàgina xviii
... skies , Shall bid the curtain of Omniscience rife ! Shall diffipate the mifts that veil our fight , And fhow his creatures - all his ways are right ! Then when aftonish'd nature feels its fate , And fetter'd Time shall know its latest ...
... skies , Shall bid the curtain of Omniscience rife ! Shall diffipate the mifts that veil our fight , And fhow his creatures - all his ways are right ! Then when aftonish'd nature feels its fate , And fetter'd Time shall know its latest ...
Pàgina xix
... skies , In Libya's waste behold a palace rife , Would he believe the charm from atoms wrought ? Go , Atheist , hence , and mend thy jufter thought ! What hand , almighty architect ! but thine Could give the model of this vaft defign ...
... skies , In Libya's waste behold a palace rife , Would he believe the charm from atoms wrought ? Go , Atheist , hence , and mend thy jufter thought ! What hand , almighty architect ! but thine Could give the model of this vaft defign ...
Pàgina xxi
... skies ! Equal the elephant's or emmet's drefs The wisdom of Omnipotence confefs ; Equal the cumb'rous whale's enormous mass With the small infect in the crowded grafs ; The mite that gambols in its acid fea , In fhape a porpus , tho ' a ...
... skies ! Equal the elephant's or emmet's drefs The wisdom of Omnipotence confefs ; Equal the cumb'rous whale's enormous mass With the small infect in the crowded grafs ; The mite that gambols in its acid fea , In fhape a porpus , tho ' a ...
Pàgina xxii
... skies , and tries his painted wings ! With airy flight the infect roves abroad , And fcorns the meaner earth he lately trod ! Thee , potent , let deliver'd Ifrael praise , And to thy Name their grateful homage raise ! Thee potent God ...
... skies , and tries his painted wings ! With airy flight the infect roves abroad , And fcorns the meaner earth he lately trod ! Thee , potent , let deliver'd Ifrael praise , And to thy Name their grateful homage raise ! Thee potent God ...
Pàgina 3
... skies : Firft Spring advancing , with her flow'ry train , Next Summer's hand that spreads the fylvan fcene , Then Autumn with her yellow harvests crown'd , And trembling Winter close the annual round . The vegetable tribes obfervant ...
... skies : Firft Spring advancing , with her flow'ry train , Next Summer's hand that spreads the fylvan fcene , Then Autumn with her yellow harvests crown'd , And trembling Winter close the annual round . The vegetable tribes obfervant ...
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Pàgina 143 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 143 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pàgina 61 - How great a king of fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make, and then they dread, my stings.
Pàgina 145 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Pàgina 19 - Be smooth, ye rocks ! ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Pàgina 19 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Pàgina 143 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Pàgina 39 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
Pàgina 17 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Pàgina 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.