Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First PublishedT. Cadell, 1821 - 468 páginas |
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Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published (Classic Reprint) John Bowdler Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published John Bowdler, Jr. Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Poems Divine and Moral: Many of Them Now First Published (Classic Reprint) John Bowdler Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
adore Almighty angels art thou awful beams beauty Behold bless blest bliss bloom bosom Bowdler breast breath bright charm cheer Christian death dark death DEIST desert shore divine dread e'er earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair faith faithless fate FATHER fear feel gloom glory grace grave grief hand happy hast hear heart Heaven heavenly holy honour hope hopes and fears hour human humble King life's light LORD lyre mercy mind morn mortal mourn Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace pleasure pow'r praise prayer pride PSALM rapture rise sacred SAVIOUR scene seraph shades shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound sweet tear tempest tender thee thine Thomas Bowdler thou art thought thro throne Tis green tongue trembling truth Twas vale vermil Virtue voice weep wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 40 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Página 261 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 283 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Página 281 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 361 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss : Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile...
Página 284 - The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, VOL.
Página 286 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid, Tunes her nocturnal note.
Página 307 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Página 285 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?
Página 163 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...