Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 pages |
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... fond Nature , cease thy ftrife , And let me languish into life . Hark ! they whisper ; angels fay , Sifter Spirit , come away . What is this abforbs me quite , Steals my fenfes , fhuts my fight , Drowns my fpirits , draws my breath ...
... fond Nature , cease thy ftrife , And let me languish into life . Hark ! they whisper ; angels fay , Sifter Spirit , come away . What is this abforbs me quite , Steals my fenfes , fhuts my fight , Drowns my fpirits , draws my breath ...
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... fond heart be found ! ' Ah no - th ' affection that fubdues me still , At that dread moment check'd my ardent will , Left rufhing on his fight I fhould controul The holy thoughts that hover'd o'er his foul . This low'ring morn difclos'd ...
... fond heart be found ! ' Ah no - th ' affection that fubdues me still , At that dread moment check'd my ardent will , Left rufhing on his fight I fhould controul The holy thoughts that hover'd o'er his foul . This low'ring morn difclos'd ...
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... fond furvey- At length her thoughts in murmurs broke away : That eye - which shed on mine voluptuous light , Alas , how funk in everlasting night ! 4 · " See from thofe lips the living colour fled , Where love refided , and where ...
... fond furvey- At length her thoughts in murmurs broke away : That eye - which shed on mine voluptuous light , Alas , how funk in everlasting night ! 4 · " See from thofe lips the living colour fled , Where love refided , and where ...
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... fond thought , Clings yet more clofely to the fenfeless turf , Nor heeds the passenger who looks that way . Invidious Grave ! how doft thou rend in funder Whom love has knit , and fympathy made one ; A tie more ftubborn far than ...
... fond thought , Clings yet more clofely to the fenfeless turf , Nor heeds the passenger who looks that way . Invidious Grave ! how doft thou rend in funder Whom love has knit , and fympathy made one ; A tie more ftubborn far than ...
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... old fantastic roots so high , His listless length at noon - tide would he stretch And pore upon the brook that bubbles by . Published Sept. 28. 1796 , by Verner & Hood . On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some.
... old fantastic roots so high , His listless length at noon - tide would he stretch And pore upon the brook that bubbles by . Published Sept. 28. 1796 , by Verner & Hood . On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some.
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Page 139 - 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 137 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 17 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 17 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Page 137 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 138 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 16 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 14 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Page 6 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 32 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...