The minstrel, a collection of moral and religious poems1824 |
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Стр. 38
... breast ; Far from the roaring waves of civil strife , Sound were my slumbers , and my heart at rest , I ne'er for guilty , painful pleasure roved , But taught by nature , and by choice to wed , From all the hamlet call'd whom best I ...
... breast ; Far from the roaring waves of civil strife , Sound were my slumbers , and my heart at rest , I ne'er for guilty , painful pleasure roved , But taught by nature , and by choice to wed , From all the hamlet call'd whom best I ...
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... breast she sought the place , And knelt beside the sacred stone ; To heav'n she turn'd her pallid face , And clasp'd her hands in speechless moan . At length she cried ( her hollow voice Broke awful thro ' the shades of night ) , " Dear ...
... breast she sought the place , And knelt beside the sacred stone ; To heav'n she turn'd her pallid face , And clasp'd her hands in speechless moan . At length she cried ( her hollow voice Broke awful thro ' the shades of night ) , " Dear ...
Стр. 48
... sinks in calm repose . But deep within her aching breast Lurks the keen foe that saps her life ; And soon in one eternal rest Must close the sorrowing ling'ring strife , THE HAMLET . Written in Whichwood Forest . The hinds 47.
... sinks in calm repose . But deep within her aching breast Lurks the keen foe that saps her life ; And soon in one eternal rest Must close the sorrowing ling'ring strife , THE HAMLET . Written in Whichwood Forest . The hinds 47.
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... quiet home . Cease , baby , thy screaming so wild , There ! creep to this half - frozen breast- And now will the mother and child Lie down on the deep shows to rest . AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH . / Tremble at death 52.
... quiet home . Cease , baby , thy screaming so wild , There ! creep to this half - frozen breast- And now will the mother and child Lie down on the deep shows to rest . AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH . / Tremble at death 52.
Стр. 74
... breast provide thee an abode , Let every pulse beat high with thee - and thrill Pervade each soul and all intentions fill , Let thy kind beams on humble peasants shine , Be thine to pity - to relieve be thine ! And thou , Religion ...
... breast provide thee an abode , Let every pulse beat high with thee - and thrill Pervade each soul and all intentions fill , Let thy kind beams on humble peasants shine , Be thine to pity - to relieve be thine ! And thou , Religion ...
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Стр. 191 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Стр. 190 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Стр. 168 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Стр. 59 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Стр. 189 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not...
Стр. 144 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Стр. 187 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Стр. 190 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Стр. 154 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done.
Стр. 191 - 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.