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ADORATION appear Author bard Beauty beneath bless breathe bright Care charm comes Court dear Death deep delight divine Earth Epigram ev'ry eyes face fair fall Fame Fate fear flow flow'r give Glorious grace green Groves Hand Head hear Heart Heav'n Hill hope JOHN keep kind King known leave light live look Lord Love mark meet Mind Morn Muse Name Nature never Night o'er once pass passion peace Place plain Pleasure poems Poet poor praise pride rest rise round seen Sense Shade Shepherd sight sing Sleep smiles soft Song soon Soul Sound Spring stray stream strong sweet tears tell thee things THOMAS HEARN thou thought thro tree true turn Warwickshire wide Wind Wing World
Seite 46 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Seite 47 - A thousand Ages in thy Sight Are like an Evening gone ; Short as the Watch that ends the Night Before the rising Sun.
Seite 21 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 74 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Seite 74 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn, Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake; a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Seite 52 - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
Seite 123 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Seite 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Seite 195 - CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blast or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well try'd through many a varying year, See LEVETT to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection's eye, Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind, Nor, letter'd arrogance,' deny Thy praise to merit unrefin'd.