Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and EntertainingE. Johnson, 1785 - 276 pages |
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... land declare , Which felt thy justice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the shadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their use forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
... land declare , Which felt thy justice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the shadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their use forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
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... land declare , Which felt thy juftice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the fhadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their ufe forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
... land declare , Which felt thy juftice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the fhadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their ufe forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
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... land declare , Which felt thy juftice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the fhadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their use forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
... land declare , Which felt thy juftice , awfully fevere ! How did thy frown benight the fhadow'd land ? Nature revers'd , how own thy high command ? When jarring elements their use forgot , And the fun felt thy overcafting blot ! When ...
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... land . See fmiling nature , with thy treasures fair , Confefs thy bounty and parental care ; Renew'd by Thee , the faithful seasons rife , And earth with plenty all her fons supplies . The generous lion and the brindled boar , As ...
... land . See fmiling nature , with thy treasures fair , Confefs thy bounty and parental care ; Renew'd by Thee , the faithful seasons rife , And earth with plenty all her fons supplies . The generous lion and the brindled boar , As ...
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... land . See fmiling nature , with thy treasures fair , Confefs thy bounty and parental care ; Renew'd by Thee , the faithful seasons rise , And earth with plenty all her fons fupplies . The generous lion and the brindled boar , As ...
... land . See fmiling nature , with thy treasures fair , Confefs thy bounty and parental care ; Renew'd by Thee , the faithful seasons rise , And earth with plenty all her fons fupplies . The generous lion and the brindled boar , As ...
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
Poems for Young Ladies. In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining ... Affichage du livre entier - 1792 |
Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts, Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining ... Oliver Goldsmith Aucun aperçu disponible - 2009 |
Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts, Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining ... Oliver Goldsmith Aucun aperçu disponible - 2009 |
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Page 143 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 143 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 61 - How great a king of fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make, and then they dread, my stings.
Page 145 - 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!
Page 19 - Be smooth, ye rocks ! ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 19 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 143 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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...
Page 39 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
Page 17 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 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.