The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... breast 245 HAYLEY . CUNNINGHAM . From an Essay on Painting . 247 May - Eve ; or Kate of Aberdeen ⚫ 201 Morning 202 From an Essay on Epic Poetry . From the Triumphs of Temper 248 250 A Song , sent with a Rose 203 FALCONER . From the ...
... breast 245 HAYLEY . CUNNINGHAM . From an Essay on Painting . 247 May - Eve ; or Kate of Aberdeen ⚫ 201 Morning 202 From an Essay on Epic Poetry . From the Triumphs of Temper 248 250 A Song , sent with a Rose 203 FALCONER . From the ...
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... breast , Down bend the banks , the trees depending grow , And skies beneath with answering colours glow : But if a stone the gentle sea divide , Swift ruffling circles curl on every side , And glimmering fragments of a broken sun ...
... breast , Down bend the banks , the trees depending grow , And skies beneath with answering colours glow : But if a stone the gentle sea divide , Swift ruffling circles curl on every side , And glimmering fragments of a broken sun ...
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... breast , ( ' Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest ) ; Slow creeking turns the door with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shivering pair : One frugal fagot lights the naked walls , And nature's PARNELL . 37 37.
... breast , ( ' Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest ) ; Slow creeking turns the door with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shivering pair : One frugal fagot lights the naked walls , And nature's PARNELL . 37 37.
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... breast the finest flow'rs appear : Thy words excel the maist delightfu ' notes That warble through the merle or mavis ' throats : With thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field , Or ripest berries that our mountains yield : The ...
... breast the finest flow'rs appear : Thy words excel the maist delightfu ' notes That warble through the merle or mavis ' throats : With thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field , Or ripest berries that our mountains yield : The ...
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... breast with conquests yet to come . Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join , Each band the number of the sacred nine . Soon as she spreads her hand , th ' aërial guard Descend , and sit on each important card : First Ariel ...
... breast with conquests yet to come . Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join , Each band the number of the sacred nine . Soon as she spreads her hand , th ' aërial guard Descend , and sit on each important card : First Ariel ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...