Poems, Moral, Elegant and Pathetic: Vis. Essay on ManE. Newbery, 1796 - 220 pages |
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... holy ARABERT's decease 6 Impetuous forrows rush upon thy peace , Some much lov'd friend in him you muft deplore , ' Or , dearer ftill , a brother is no more : Yet , as through life our weary steps we bend , " Let us not fink when ...
... holy ARABERT's decease 6 Impetuous forrows rush upon thy peace , Some much lov'd friend in him you muft deplore , ' Or , dearer ftill , a brother is no more : Yet , as through life our weary steps we bend , " Let us not fink when ...
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... holy monk , by contemplation led , * To these fequefter'd manfions of the dead ; No youth , devoted to religion's pow'r , · < 4 6 Implores thy pity at this awful hour . ' The guilty fecret — I'll at length unfold— In me- ( forgive ) a ...
... holy monk , by contemplation led , * To these fequefter'd manfions of the dead ; No youth , devoted to religion's pow'r , · < 4 6 Implores thy pity at this awful hour . ' The guilty fecret — I'll at length unfold— In me- ( forgive ) a ...
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... holy wedlock , might our hands unite : ' But ftern Religion at our vows exclaim'd , And tore the bands that Love and Nature fram'd : For then , devoted to her hallow'd fhrine , ' His country's laws forbade him to be mine . ' Tho ' from ...
... holy wedlock , might our hands unite : ' But ftern Religion at our vows exclaim'd , And tore the bands that Love and Nature fram'd : For then , devoted to her hallow'd fhrine , ' His country's laws forbade him to be mine . ' Tho ' from ...
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... fight I fhould controul The holy thoughts that hover'd o'er his foul . This low'ring morn difclos'd the fatal truth : Oh carly loft - oh lov'd - oh hapless youth- Fix'd to the column of the hallow'd porch- ' ' 88 THE FUNERAL .
... fight I fhould controul The holy thoughts that hover'd o'er his foul . This low'ring morn difclos'd the fatal truth : Oh carly loft - oh lov'd - oh hapless youth- Fix'd to the column of the hallow'd porch- ' ' 88 THE FUNERAL .
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... holy brotherhood I join'd , ' Remorfe would not , increafing my disease , < Prey on my foul , and rob it of its cafe : And yet I ftrove , unequal to the part , ' Weak to perform the facrifice of heart ; And now , ev'n now , too feeble ...
... holy brotherhood I join'd , ' Remorfe would not , increafing my disease , < Prey on my foul , and rob it of its cafe : And yet I ftrove , unequal to the part , ' Weak to perform the facrifice of heart ; And now , ev'n now , too feeble ...
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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...