A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 - English poetry |
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... rise , No cries attempt the mercies of the skies ? Enquirer , cease , petitions yet remain , Which heav'n may hear , nor deem religion vain . Still raife for good the fupplicating voice , But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice ...
... rise , No cries attempt the mercies of the skies ? Enquirer , cease , petitions yet remain , Which heav'n may hear , nor deem religion vain . Still raife for good the fupplicating voice , But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice ...
Page 172
... rise , With time coeval and the star of morn , The firft , the fairest daughter of the skies . Then , when at heav'n's prolific mandate sprung The radiant beam of new - created day , Celestial harps , to airs of triumph ftrung , Hail'd ...
... rise , With time coeval and the star of morn , The firft , the fairest daughter of the skies . Then , when at heav'n's prolific mandate sprung The radiant beam of new - created day , Celestial harps , to airs of triumph ftrung , Hail'd ...
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... rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with ferener gales ? Do clouds drop fatnefs from the wealthier fkies , Or wantons Plenty in her happier vales ? Ah ! no the blunted beams of dawning light Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day ; And ...
... rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with ferener gales ? Do clouds drop fatnefs from the wealthier fkies , Or wantons Plenty in her happier vales ? Ah ! no the blunted beams of dawning light Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day ; And ...
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... rising fun , LE run , I bow to that whose course is Which fets in endless night ; Whofe rays benignant blefs'd this ifle , Made peaceful Nature round us fmile With calm , but chearful light . No bounty paft provokes my praife , No ...
... rising fun , LE run , I bow to that whose course is Which fets in endless night ; Whofe rays benignant blefs'd this ifle , Made peaceful Nature round us fmile With calm , but chearful light . No bounty paft provokes my praife , No ...
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... Whence the waves fubfide and rise , Trace the comet's blazing tail , Weigh the planets in a scale ; Bend , great God , before thy fhrine , The bournlefs macrocofm's thine . Save VIII . Save me ! what's yon fhrouded fhade ? [ 237 ]
... Whence the waves fubfide and rise , Trace the comet's blazing tail , Weigh the planets in a scale ; Bend , great God , before thy fhrine , The bournlefs macrocofm's thine . Save VIII . Save me ! what's yon fhrouded fhade ? [ 237 ]
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Page 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 4 - 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...
Page 1 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 159 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Page 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Page 2 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Page 5 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 260 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.