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... Hand . 2. Soon as the Evening Shades prevail , The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale , And nightly to the lift'ning Earth Repeats the Story of her Birth : Whilft all the Stars that round her burn , And all the Planets in their Turn ...
... Hand . 2. Soon as the Evening Shades prevail , The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale , And nightly to the lift'ning Earth Repeats the Story of her Birth : Whilft all the Stars that round her burn , And all the Planets in their Turn ...
Σελίδα 2
... Hand that made us is Divine . " DAVID's Paftoral HYMN on PROVIDENCE . TH ADDISON . HE LORD my Pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a Shepherd's Care : His Prefence shall my Wants fupply , And guard me with a watchful Eye ; My Noon ...
... Hand that made us is Divine . " DAVID's Paftoral HYMN on PROVIDENCE . TH ADDISON . HE LORD my Pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a Shepherd's Care : His Prefence shall my Wants fupply , And guard me with a watchful Eye ; My Noon ...
Σελίδα 4
... Hand with worldly Blifs Has made my Cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful Friend Has doubled all my Store . 10. Ten thoufand thoufand precious Gifts My daily Thanks employ ; Nor is the leaft a cheerful Heart , That taftes thofe ...
... Hand with worldly Blifs Has made my Cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful Friend Has doubled all my Store . 10. Ten thoufand thoufand precious Gifts My daily Thanks employ ; Nor is the leaft a cheerful Heart , That taftes thofe ...
Σελίδα 6
... Hand Prefume thy Bolts to throw , And deal Damnation round the Land On each I judge thy Foe . 8. If I am right , oh teach my Heart , Still in the Right to stay : 9 . 10 . 31 . If I am wrong , thy Grace impart To find that better Way ...
... Hand Prefume thy Bolts to throw , And deal Damnation round the Land On each I judge thy Foe . 8. If I am right , oh teach my Heart , Still in the Right to stay : 9 . 10 . 31 . If I am wrong , thy Grace impart To find that better Way ...
Σελίδα 8
... 'ring Sheep directs , By Day o'er fees them , ana by Night protects ; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms , Feeds from his Hand , and in his Bosom warms : Man- Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage , The promis'd [ 8 ]
... 'ring Sheep directs , By Day o'er fees them , ana by Night protects ; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms , Feeds from his Hand , and in his Bosom warms : Man- Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage , The promis'd [ 8 ]
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Σελίδα 105 - 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.
Σελίδα 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Σελίδα 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Σελίδα 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Σελίδα 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Σελίδα 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Σελίδα 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Σελίδα 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Σελίδα 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Σελίδα 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.