Select readings in verse, by P.R.1824 |
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... thro ' 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 whisp'ring gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common ...
... thro ' 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 whisp'ring gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common ...
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... deep organ join The long resounding voice , oft breaking clear , At solemn pauses thro ' the swelling base ; And as each mingling flame increases each , In one united ardour rise to heaven . Or , if you rather chuse the rural shade , 7.
... deep organ join The long resounding voice , oft breaking clear , At solemn pauses thro ' the swelling base ; And as each mingling flame increases each , In one united ardour rise to heaven . Or , if you rather chuse the rural shade , 7.
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... thro ' distemper'd dreams . Who would in such a gloomy state remain Longer than nature craves ; when every muse , And every blooming pleasure wait without , To bless the wildly devious morning walk ? Man a Miracle to himself . Young ...
... thro ' distemper'd dreams . Who would in such a gloomy state remain Longer than nature craves ; when every muse , And every blooming pleasure wait without , To bless the wildly devious morning walk ? Man a Miracle to himself . Young ...
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... Teach me to feel another's woe ; To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show , That mercy shew to me . Mean tho ' I am , not wholly so , Since quicken'd by thy breath ; Ob lead me wheresoe'er I go , Thro ' this 26.
... Teach me to feel another's woe ; To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show , That mercy shew to me . Mean tho ' I am , not wholly so , Since quicken'd by thy breath ; Ob lead me wheresoe'er I go , Thro ' this 26.
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Select readings Phillip Rose. Ob lead me wheresoe'er I go , Thro ' this day's life or death . This day , be bread and peace my lot ; All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not ; And let thy will be done . To Thee ...
Select readings Phillip Rose. Ob lead me wheresoe'er I go , Thro ' this day's life or death . This day , be bread and peace my lot ; All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not ; And let thy will be done . To Thee ...
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beauty behold beneath bids bless blest bosom breast breath breeze bright brow Caledonia charm cheer clouds cold cried Croesus dark dead dear death deep delight dread earth eternal Ev'n ev'ry fair father fear flowers gentle gloom glory glows grave green grief Grongar Hill hast hear heart heav'n Hermit hill hope hour light lisping lonely Lord Byron love is dead maid morn mother mountains mournful murmurs muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Phoebe Pindar pleas'd pow'r praise pride rage rill rise rocks round rude scene seem'd seraphs shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spirit spring star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tear tempest thee thine thou thought thro tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wing wretch
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12 ページ - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
71 ページ - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; 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 the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
4 ページ - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth 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.
93 ページ - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
68 ページ - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
105 ページ - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
167 ページ - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
127 ページ - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
60 ページ - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave 'ere charity began.
69 ページ - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The Twelve Good Rules, the royal game of Goose...