The minstrel, a collection of moral and religious poems1824 |
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... a Poet's God , ( For which his curls ambrosial shake , And mother Earth's oblig'd to quake ) He saw old mother Earth arise , She stood confess'd before his eyes ; But not with what we read she wore , A B 2 3 An Allegory on.
... a Poet's God , ( For which his curls ambrosial shake , And mother Earth's oblig'd to quake ) He saw old mother Earth arise , She stood confess'd before his eyes ; But not with what we read she wore , A B 2 3 An Allegory on.
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Minstrel. Author of good ! to thee I turn ; Thy ever - wakeful eye Alone can all my wants discern , Thy hand alone supply . O let thy fear within me dwell , Thy love my footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel , That fear all ...
Minstrel. Author of good ! to thee I turn ; Thy ever - wakeful eye Alone can all my wants discern , Thy hand alone supply . O let thy fear within me dwell , Thy love my footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel , That fear all ...
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... eye ! Time then would seem more precious than the joys , In which he sporis away the treasure now ; And prayer more seasonable than the noise Of drunkards or the music - drawn bow . Then doubtless many a trifler , on the brink Of ...
... eye ! Time then would seem more precious than the joys , In which he sporis away the treasure now ; And prayer more seasonable than the noise Of drunkards or the music - drawn bow . Then doubtless many a trifler , on the brink Of ...
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... eyes Approach'd in every wave . What hope , or whither to retreat ? Each nerve at once unstrung , Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet , And chain'd my speechless tongue . I feel my heart within me die ; When sudden to my ear , A voice ...
... eyes Approach'd in every wave . What hope , or whither to retreat ? Each nerve at once unstrung , Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet , And chain'd my speechless tongue . I feel my heart within me die ; When sudden to my ear , A voice ...
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... eyes Th ' instructive vision fled . Then why thus heavy , O my soul ! Say why , distrustful still , Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll O'er scenes of future ill ? Let faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt exclude ...
... eyes Th ' instructive vision fled . Then why thus heavy , O my soul ! Say why , distrustful still , Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll O'er scenes of future ill ? Let faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt exclude ...
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amaranthine art thou Aspasio behold beneath bids blessings blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath charms clouds dark death deep divine dread earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fate fear flow'r flowers give gloomy glory grave grief hand happy hast hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour hope and fear hopes hour Ipswich Keswick kings life's live look lord Magilligan mighty mighty Hero mind morn mortal mourn Naiad nature nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace pity pleasure poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rest rill rise roll round sacred scene sceptre scorn seraph shade shore sigh Skiddaw skies smiling song sorrow soul sound stream sweet tears Tell thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling truth vale virtue voice waves weary weep Whilst wild Windermere winds wings wise woes wretch youth
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Página 191 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Página 190 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 168 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Página 59 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Página 189 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Página 144 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Página 187 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Página 190 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 154 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.
Página 191 - Of nature's womb; that in quaternion run Perpetual circle multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great maker still new praise.