The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... soon decline : Her fortune competent ; and , if thy sight Can reach so far , take care ' tis gather'd right . If thine's enough , then her's may be the less : Do not aspire to riches in excess . For that which makes our lives delightful ...
... soon decline : Her fortune competent ; and , if thy sight Can reach so far , take care ' tis gather'd right . If thine's enough , then her's may be the less : Do not aspire to riches in excess . For that which makes our lives delightful ...
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... Soon wearied equally with this , he returned to England , to wait again upon the infirmities of Temple , on the faith of his offered influence for a better living in England . Temple died , and Swift was left , in 1699 , after many ...
... Soon wearied equally with this , he returned to England , to wait again upon the infirmities of Temple , on the faith of his offered influence for a better living in England . Temple died , and Swift was left , in 1699 , after many ...
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... soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , " the Dean is dead ; " And Lady Suffolk , in the spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the queen . The queen so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , " Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . He's ...
... soon to London spread , ' Tis told at court , " the Dean is dead ; " And Lady Suffolk , in the spleen , Runs laughing up to tell the queen . The queen so gracious , mild , and good , Cries , " Is he gone ! ' tis time he should . He's ...
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... Soon as the evening shades prevail , The moon takes up the wonderous tale ; And nightly , to the listening earth , Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn , Confirm ...
... Soon as the evening shades prevail , The moon takes up the wonderous tale ; And nightly , to the listening earth , Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn , Confirm ...
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... soon afterwards presented to him . In 1706 he published the poem upon Cider , written on the model of the Georgics - a poem of which Dr. Johnson , usually so chary of praise , has said , " it need not shun the presence of the original ...
... soon afterwards presented to him . In 1706 he published the poem upon Cider , written on the model of the Georgics - a poem of which Dr. Johnson , usually so chary of praise , has said , " it need not shun the presence of the original ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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...