Select Pieces in Verse and Prose, Volume 1Davidson, and sold by Cadell and Davies, 1820 |
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... beauty of the scene . The town of Cadiz is by far the most beautiful thing of the kind I have ever seen . I speak of its appearance towards the ocean , on which side its principal face ( and indeed , the other is little inferior ) , is ...
... beauty of the scene . The town of Cadiz is by far the most beautiful thing of the kind I have ever seen . I speak of its appearance towards the ocean , on which side its principal face ( and indeed , the other is little inferior ) , is ...
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... beauty , which is very great ; we then sailed up the harbour , as far as we could go with safety , and returned . I am going to draw a rude sketch of the situation of the town and har- bour of Cadiz , in order to make the account of ...
... beauty , which is very great ; we then sailed up the harbour , as far as we could go with safety , and returned . I am going to draw a rude sketch of the situation of the town and har- bour of Cadiz , in order to make the account of ...
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... beauty . So night came on . The next day shewed us the Grenada hills , a very fine range ; the summit , and a part of the sides of which were cloathed with snow . The snow did not extend over the whole mountains , but it lay in large ...
... beauty . So night came on . The next day shewed us the Grenada hills , a very fine range ; the summit , and a part of the sides of which were cloathed with snow . The snow did not extend over the whole mountains , but it lay in large ...
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... the glass , being adorned with villas and other buildings , I spied at last , with great delight , the front of an ancient tem ple , quite complete , and so clearly seen that I could count the columns and enjoy the beauty of the building ...
... the glass , being adorned with villas and other buildings , I spied at last , with great delight , the front of an ancient tem ple , quite complete , and so clearly seen that I could count the columns and enjoy the beauty of the building ...
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John Bowdler. count the columns and enjoy the beauty of the building . It stands a little way inland from the sea , I should guess half a mile or a mile , on the west end of a ridge of ground of moderate elevation ; and pursuing the line ...
John Bowdler. count the columns and enjoy the beauty of the building . It stands a little way inland from the sea , I should guess half a mile or a mile , on the west end of a ridge of ground of moderate elevation ; and pursuing the line ...
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Page 79 - Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna...
Page 159 - Shall I be left forgotten in the dust, When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ? Shall Nature's voice, to man alone unjust, Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope to live ? Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive With disappointment, penury, and pain ? No : Heaven's immortal Spring shall yet arrive, And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through th' eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
Page 213 - AS, panting in the sultry beam, "^ The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee , Athirst to taste thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll ; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woe, and mock my fear ; And silent memory weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.
Page 205 - Oil ! weak to know a Saviour's power, To feel a Father's care ; A moment's toil, a passing shower, Is all the grief ye share. 4...
Page 208 - In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ; The song, by cherub voices raised, Roll'd through the dark blue depths above ; And Israel's shepherds heard amazed The seraph notes of peace and love.
Page 206 - Then, Christian, dry the falling tear, The faithless doubt remove; Redeem'd at last from guilt and fear, Oh! wake thy heart to love.
Page 118 - I would request your petitions for true repentance and a lively faith. [At parting from his father, when going abroad the first time, he put into his hand a letter, desiring him not to open it until next morning. It contained the following passage:] 16th October, 1810. I owe you more than I can ever repay, for al' your unwearied kindness and attentions to me during my illness. I think it will be a satisfaction to you to know, that I have enjoyed every comfort during my illness that I could possibly...
Page 207 - Thy praise transported Nature sung In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted every morning star. When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ; The song, by cherub voices...
Page 87 - Satires), and learnt about 1300 lines, which though certainly nothing to be named as real labour, yet is fair enough for the lighter hours of a stupid, illiterate quill-driver, bending over a desk in these regions of Cimmerian darkness, Where murky mists the struggling morn disclose, And howling watchmen lull me to repose : and I scarce hear of any thing but mortgages, releases, and assumpsits.