The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 Seiten |
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... Soul's Tendency towards its True Centre Procrastination 178 179 CAREY , HENRY On his Daughter Rachel CARTER , ELIZABETH Sally in Our Alley A Dialogue CHATTERTON , THOMAS Songe to Ælla Mynstrelles Songe 154 155 306 437 438 CIBBER ...
... Soul's Tendency towards its True Centre Procrastination 178 179 CAREY , HENRY On his Daughter Rachel CARTER , ELIZABETH Sally in Our Alley A Dialogue CHATTERTON , THOMAS Songe to Ælla Mynstrelles Songe 154 155 306 437 438 CIBBER ...
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... Soul Ode on Solitude On a Certain Lady at Court See also pp . 124 , 186 , 200 , 211 and 257 POPPLE , WILLIAM A Lover's Reflection A Song On Rosalinda A Song 41 141 144 146 149 I 50 151 151 152 153 210 210 210 210 PAGE PRIOR , MATTHEW An ...
... Soul Ode on Solitude On a Certain Lady at Court See also pp . 124 , 186 , 200 , 211 and 257 POPPLE , WILLIAM A Lover's Reflection A Song On Rosalinda A Song 41 141 144 146 149 I 50 151 151 152 153 210 210 210 210 PAGE PRIOR , MATTHEW An ...
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... Soul 217 Eternal Beam of Light Divine 218 Happy Soul , thy Days are Ended 219 The Fire shall be ever burning upon the altar 219 See also p . 170 WESLEY , THE REV . SAMUEL , THE YOUNGER An Hymn to God the Father 170 Epitaph on an Infant ...
... Soul 217 Eternal Beam of Light Divine 218 Happy Soul , thy Days are Ended 219 The Fire shall be ever burning upon the altar 219 See also p . 170 WESLEY , THE REV . SAMUEL , THE YOUNGER An Hymn to God the Father 170 Epitaph on an Infant ...
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... soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown'd : I sung and gaz'd ; I play'd and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd , how ill we all dissembled . To Cloe Weeping See , whilst thou weep'st , fair II JOHN GLANVILL.
... soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown'd : I sung and gaz'd ; I play'd and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd , how ill we all dissembled . To Cloe Weeping See , whilst thou weep'st , fair II JOHN GLANVILL.
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... soul disdains thy sway , And scorns thy charms and thee , To which each fluttering coxcomb may As welcome be as me . Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd , How lov'd before thy fall ; And now , alas ! how much disdain'd By me , and ...
... soul disdains thy sway , And scorns thy charms and thee , To which each fluttering coxcomb may As welcome be as me . Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd , How lov'd before thy fall ; And now , alas ! how much disdain'd By me , and ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adieu Anacreon beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful Chloe Cupid dear Death delight Epigram Epitaph eyes face fair fame fancy Farewell fate fear fire flame floruit flowers fond gentle give grace grave Grongar Hill grove happy haste hear heart Heaven hope hour James Quin Lady lass live Lord lov'd lover lyre maid MATTHEW PILKINGTON MATTHEW PRIOR mild ale mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion pleasure poem Poet Laureate poets praise pride rill round shade shine sigh sight sing smile soft Song sorrow soul stream swain sweet Tadlow tear tell tempests tender thee thine thought trembling trifle Twas vale Venus verse vex'd Vincent Bourne voice weep Whilst winds wings wyllowe youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 414 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Seite 151 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Seite 302 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 388 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Seite 218 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Seite 146 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Seite 54 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening 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 302 - Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Seite 77 - GOD, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...