Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 páginas |
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... itself would be but an infipid poffeffion , flow from the fame fource . ( 12 WIDE and extenfive is the reach of her dominion : no element is there , either fo violent or fubtle , fo yielding or fo fluggish , as by the powers of its ...
... itself would be but an infipid poffeffion , flow from the fame fource . ( 12 WIDE and extenfive is the reach of her dominion : no element is there , either fo violent or fubtle , fo yielding or fo fluggish , as by the powers of its ...
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... itself , then it becomes truly divine , the ever flow- ing fource of those fublimer beauties of which no fubject but the mind alone is capable . Thus are exhi- bited to mankind , the admired tribe of poets and orators , the facred train ...
... itself , then it becomes truly divine , the ever flow- ing fource of those fublimer beauties of which no fubject but the mind alone is capable . Thus are exhi- bited to mankind , the admired tribe of poets and orators , the facred train ...
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... itself ? ' Tis mind thou art , most perfect mind , not rude , untaught , but fair and polished ; in fuch thou dwelleft , of fuch thou art the form ; nor is it thing more poffible to separate thee from fuch , than it is to feparate thee ...
... itself ? ' Tis mind thou art , most perfect mind , not rude , untaught , but fair and polished ; in fuch thou dwelleft , of fuch thou art the form ; nor is it thing more poffible to separate thee from fuch , than it is to feparate thee ...
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... itself was in his face . Rich was his foul , though his attire was poor ; ( As God hath cloth'd his own Ambaffador ; ) For fuch on earth his blefs'd Redeemer bore . Offixty years he feem'd ; and well might laft To fixty more , but that ...
... itself was in his face . Rich was his foul , though his attire was poor ; ( As God hath cloth'd his own Ambaffador ; ) For fuch on earth his blefs'd Redeemer bore . Offixty years he feem'd ; and well might laft To fixty more , but that ...
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... itself , ' till one fuggeftion rofe ; That vice should triumph , virtue vice obey , This fprung fome doubt of Providence's fway : His hopes no more a certain profpect boast , And all the tenour of his Soul is loft : So when a smooth ...
... itself , ' till one fuggeftion rofe ; That vice should triumph , virtue vice obey , This fprung fome doubt of Providence's fway : His hopes no more a certain profpect boast , And all the tenour of his Soul is loft : So when a smooth ...
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againſt bafe beauty becauſe beft beſt blifs bofom breaſt charms crouds cry'd death e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fcene fecret feek feen fenfe fervant fhade fhall fhews fide figh fight filent fink firſt fleep fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrows foul fpirit friendſhip ftand ftill ftrong fubject fuch fure fwains fweet grace grief gueſt happineſs hath heart heav'n hermit himſelf honour itſelf joys juft juſt laſt lefs loft maid maſter mind moft morn moſt muſt nature never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride reafon refentment refin'd reft rife ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpoke ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet taſte tear thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro truſt Twas uſeful virtue whofe Whoſe wife Worfe youth
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Página 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Página 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 142 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Página 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Página 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 142 - 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.