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It is not to be denied that his heart was most cold , if it was not most insincere .
Cold as it was , Steele clung to it with unextinguishable fondness . He shared his
poverty with him , and never sought to profit by his prosperity . When Addison ...
It is not to be denied that his heart was most cold , if it was not most insincere .
Cold as it was , Steele clung to it with unextinguishable fondness . He shared his
poverty with him , and never sought to profit by his prosperity . When Addison ...
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But what avails the flight Of fancy , when our hearts remain below ? Virtue
abounds in flatteries and foes ; ' Tis pride to praise her ; penance to perform . To
more than words , to more than worth of tongue , Lorenzo ! rise , at this
auspicious hour ...
But what avails the flight Of fancy , when our hearts remain below ? Virtue
abounds in flatteries and foes ; ' Tis pride to praise her ; penance to perform . To
more than words , to more than worth of tongue , Lorenzo ! rise , at this
auspicious hour ...
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Till Edwin came , the pride of swains , A soul devoid of art ; And from whose eye ,
serenely mild , Shone forth the feeling heart . A mutual flame was quickly caught :
Was quickly too reveal'd : For neither bosom lodg'd a wish , That virtue keeps ...
Till Edwin came , the pride of swains , A soul devoid of art ; And from whose eye ,
serenely mild , Shone forth the feeling heart . A mutual flame was quickly caught :
Was quickly too reveal'd : For neither bosom lodg'd a wish , That virtue keeps ...
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O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart , by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ?
For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls
bemoan Those hopeless orphan babes by thy fell arts undone . * Responsive to
the ...
O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart , by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ?
For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls
bemoan Those hopeless orphan babes by thy fell arts undone . * Responsive to
the ...
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My heart it said na , and I look'd for Jamie back ; But hard blew the winds , and his
ship was a wrack : His ship it was a wrack ! Why didna Jamie dee ? Or ,
wherefore am I spar'd to cry out , Woe is me ! My father argued sair - my mother
didna ...
My heart it said na , and I look'd for Jamie back ; But hard blew the winds , and his
ship was a wrack : His ship it was a wrack ! Why didna Jamie dee ? Or ,
wherefore am I spar'd to cry out , Woe is me ! My father argued sair - my mother
didna ...
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Seite 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Seite 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Seite 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Seite 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Seite 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Seite 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Seite 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Seite 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Seite 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Book of Gems: Pomfret to Bloomfield Band 2 von The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain, Samuel Carter Hall |
| Herausgeber | Samuel Carter Hall |
| Verlag | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 22. Nov. 2006 |
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