The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 45
Page 39
... pro- phets and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . ' MAY 14 , 1709 . HORE LYRICÆ . BOOK I. SACRED TO DEVOTION AND PIETY PREFACE . 66 39.
... pro- phets and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . ' MAY 14 , 1709 . HORE LYRICÆ . BOOK I. SACRED TO DEVOTION AND PIETY PREFACE . 66 39.
Page 65
... golden light , Whose beams create our days , Join with the silver queen of night , To own your borrow'd rays . Blush and refund the honours paid To your inferior names ; Tell the blind world your orbs are fed By his o'erflowing flames ...
... golden light , Whose beams create our days , Join with the silver queen of night , To own your borrow'd rays . Blush and refund the honours paid To your inferior names ; Tell the blind world your orbs are fed By his o'erflowing flames ...
Page 74
... golden years With sighs and groans , and raging pain , And death that never spares . What will ye do when light departs , And leaves your withering eyes , Without one beam to cheer your hearts , From the superior skies ? How will you ...
... golden years With sighs and groans , and raging pain , And death that never spares . What will ye do when light departs , And leaves your withering eyes , Without one beam to cheer your hearts , From the superior skies ? How will you ...
Page 75
... golden rays : Or may the sun forget to rise , If he forget his Maker's praise . Thou reigning beauty of the night , Fair queen of silence , silver moon , Whose gentle beams , and borrow'd light , Are softer rivals of the noon ; Arise ...
... golden rays : Or may the sun forget to rise , If he forget his Maker's praise . Thou reigning beauty of the night , Fair queen of silence , silver moon , Whose gentle beams , and borrow'd light , Are softer rivals of the noon ; Arise ...
Page 82
... golden arrows fly , And seek , in vain , a passage to his breast , Spread all your painted toys to court his eye , He smiles , and sees them vainly try To lure his soul aside from her eternal rest . Our head - strong lusts , like a ...
... golden arrows fly , And seek , in vain , a passage to his breast , Spread all your painted toys to court his eye , He smiles , and sees them vainly try To lure his soul aside from her eternal rest . Our head - strong lusts , like a ...
Contents
82 | |
89 | |
95 | |
101 | |
109 | |
115 | |
121 | |
129 | |
134 | |
140 | |
146 | |
152 | |
159 | |
165 | |
173 | |
177 | |
183 | |
190 | |
196 | |
202 | |
210 | |
275 | |
285 | |
292 | |
299 | |
305 | |
324 | |
335 | |
341 | |
347 | |
353 | |
359 | |
368 | |
374 | |
380 | |
391 | |
400 | |
405 | |
411 | |
420 | |
428 | |
Other editions - View all
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 27 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. No preview available - 2016 |
Common terms and phrases
adore Almighty angels arms awful barathrum bear beauty behold beneath bless bless'd bliss blood breast breath bright charms cherubs Circassia clouds command dark dear death deep delight divine dwell earth ECLOGUE eternal eyes fair fancy fear feet fire flame flesh flowery fields glory golden grace grief groans guardian rocks hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honours immortal immortal song infinite ISAAC WATTS Jesus joys King light Lord Lord Roscommon lose my breath lubber fiend maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse numbers o'er pain passion Pindaric pleasure poems poet powers praise Psalm reign rise roll round rove sacred Sarissa Saviour scenes seas seraphic shade shining sight sing skies smile song sorrows soul sound sovereign spread springs stand stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne thunder tongue trembling verse vex'd virtue wild wind wings wondrous XXIII youth
Popular passages
Page 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Page 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Page ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Page 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Page 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Page 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.