The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... lie Trembling beneath thy feet , And wish , and cast , a longing eye , To reach thy lofty seat . When shall we see the Great Unknown , And in thy presence stand ? Reveal the splendors of thy throne , But shield us with thy hand . In ...
... lie Trembling beneath thy feet , And wish , and cast , a longing eye , To reach thy lofty seat . When shall we see the Great Unknown , And in thy presence stand ? Reveal the splendors of thy throne , But shield us with thy hand . In ...
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... lies , With all the fates of men , With every angel's form and size Drawn by the ' Eternal Pen . His Providence unfolds the book , And makes his counsels shine : Each opening leaf , and every stroke , Fulfils some deep design . Here he ...
... lies , With all the fates of men , With every angel's form and size Drawn by the ' Eternal Pen . His Providence unfolds the book , And makes his counsels shine : Each opening leaf , and every stroke , Fulfils some deep design . Here he ...
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... lie . The mischiefs that infest the earth , When the hot dog - star fires the realms on high , Drought and disease , and cruel dearth , Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye From the incens'd Divinity . In vain our parching palates 46 ...
... lie . The mischiefs that infest the earth , When the hot dog - star fires the realms on high , Drought and disease , and cruel dearth , Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye From the incens'd Divinity . In vain our parching palates 46 ...
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... fools to gaze upon ; But bring the nauseous daubing nigh , Coarse and confus'd the hideous figures lie , Dissolve the pleasure , and offend the eye . Look up , my soul , pant tow'rd the ' 48 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Earth and Heaven,
... fools to gaze upon ; But bring the nauseous daubing nigh , Coarse and confus'd the hideous figures lie , Dissolve the pleasure , and offend the eye . Look up , my soul , pant tow'rd the ' 48 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Earth and Heaven,
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... , [ begin ? And yet my heart so stupid lie , when sacred hymns Change me , O God ; my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee , And thou the notes inspire ; My tongue shall keep 50 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Self Consecration,
... , [ begin ? And yet my heart so stupid lie , when sacred hymns Change me , O God ; my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee , And thou the notes inspire ; My tongue shall keep 50 Book 1 . LYRIC POEMS . Self Consecration,
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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.