The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... the agreeable but fatal relaxation in which he was permitted to indulge in England ; and thus lived a life of alternate excitement and despondency -both ending in woe . FAR in a wild , unknown to public view , 34 THOMAS PARNELL .
... the agreeable but fatal relaxation in which he was permitted to indulge in England ; and thus lived a life of alternate excitement and despondency -both ending in woe . FAR in a wild , unknown to public view , 34 THOMAS PARNELL .
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... lived upon town , and was understood to have had no small share in some of the actions which have associated the name of his noble patron with the " scorn and wonder of his days . " The majority of his tragedies were written and ...
... lived upon town , and was understood to have had no small share in some of the actions which have associated the name of his noble patron with the " scorn and wonder of his days . " The majority of his tragedies were written and ...
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... lived , to sit down near its close in a fit of resentful melancholy , and strive to terrify the world with the bugbears of religious horror . This is surely not what a true poet would have done , whose duty and whose pride it is to make ...
... lived , to sit down near its close in a fit of resentful melancholy , and strive to terrify the world with the bugbears of religious horror . This is surely not what a true poet would have done , whose duty and whose pride it is to make ...
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... lived to a good old age ; he died in 1758. He is described as small in stature , with dark but expressive features . He was " an honest man , and of great pleasantry ; " indeed he seems to have been constitutionally good humoured ; and ...
... lived to a good old age ; he died in 1758. He is described as small in stature , with dark but expressive features . He was " an honest man , and of great pleasantry ; " indeed he seems to have been constitutionally good humoured ; and ...
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... lived , died calmly , on the 30th of May , 1744. His last intelligible words were , that there was nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship , and indeed that friendship itself was only a part of virtue . Pope was deformed in person ...
... lived , died calmly , on the 30th of May , 1744. His last intelligible words were , that there was nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship , and indeed that friendship itself was only a part of virtue . Pope was deformed in person ...
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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...