The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volumen 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... round these painted skies , Or round this dusty clod ; Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but ...
... round these painted skies , Or round this dusty clod ; Nothing , my soul , that's worth thy joys , Or lovely as thy God . ' Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love , To feel his quickening grace ; And all the Heaven I hope above , Is but ...
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... round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How shall affrighted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie so far , And ...
... round thee fall , And worship in submissive forms ; Thy presence shakes this lower ball , This little dwelling - place of worms . How shall affrighted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace , Beneath thy feet we lie so far , And ...
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... round ; You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons ...
... round ; You , the vile murderers of my God . Black heavy thoughts , like mountains , roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons ...
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... round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a nobler strain , Sing the new wonders of the Lord ; The foes revive their powers again , Again they die ...
... round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . ASSUME , my tongue , a nobler strain , Sing the new wonders of the Lord ; The foes revive their powers again , Again they die ...
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... hoarser harmony . Thus while the meaner creatures sing , Ye mortals , take the sound , Echo the glories of your king Through all the nations round . The eternal name must fly abroad From Britain to Japan 66 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS .
... hoarser harmony . Thus while the meaner creatures sing , Ye mortals , take the sound , Echo the glories of your king Through all the nations round . The eternal name must fly abroad From Britain to Japan 66 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS .
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Otras ediciones - Ver todo
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volumen 23 Ezekiel Sanford Vista completa - 1819 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volumen 23 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh Vista de fragmentos - 1823 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 27 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Página 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Página 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Página ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Página 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Página 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Página 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Página 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Página 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.