Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Volumen1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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... pain , And wak'd to life , to fleep in death again ! Why did not Fate attend me at my birth , And give me back to my ... painful light of day ? Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray ? And pant in bitterness of foul for death ! O ...
... pain , And wak'd to life , to fleep in death again ! Why did not Fate attend me at my birth , And give me back to my ... painful light of day ? Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray ? And pant in bitterness of foul for death ! O ...
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... pain , Reftores my foul to life again . 2 Guide me then , for here I burn , To make my Saviour fome return . I'll rife ( if that will please him , still ; And fure I've heard him own it will ) ; I'll trace his steps , and bear my cross ...
... pain , Reftores my foul to life again . 2 Guide me then , for here I burn , To make my Saviour fome return . I'll rife ( if that will please him , still ; And fure I've heard him own it will ) ; I'll trace his steps , and bear my cross ...
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... pain and woe , To wounds , to death itfelf below ; And he , that fuffer'd thefe alone For all the world , defpifes none . To bid the foul that's fick , be clean , To bring the loft to life again ; To comfort thofe that grieve for ill ...
... pain and woe , To wounds , to death itfelf below ; And he , that fuffer'd thefe alone For all the world , defpifes none . To bid the foul that's fick , be clean , To bring the loft to life again ; To comfort thofe that grieve for ill ...
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... Pain and Death proceed ? Could fuch foul ills Fall from fairMercy's hands ? Far be the thought , The impious thought ! God never made a creature But what was good . He made a living Soul ; The wretched Mortal was the work of Man . Forth ...
... Pain and Death proceed ? Could fuch foul ills Fall from fairMercy's hands ? Far be the thought , The impious thought ! God never made a creature But what was good . He made a living Soul ; The wretched Mortal was the work of Man . Forth ...
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... pain to see the whole . Thrice happy meeting ! Nor time , nor death , fhall ever part them more . ' Tis but a night , a long and moonlefs night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone . Thus , at the fhut of even , the weary ...
... pain to see the whole . Thrice happy meeting ! Nor time , nor death , fhall ever part them more . ' Tis but a night , a long and moonlefs night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone . Thus , at the fhut of even , the weary ...
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Página 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Página 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Página 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Página 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Página 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Página 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Página 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Página 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.