The Works of the English Poets: WattsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... pleasure ; how wondrous a conqueft might be obtained over a wild world , and reduce it , at least , to fobriety , if the fame happy talent were employed in dreffing the fcenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty , sweetness ...
... pleasure ; how wondrous a conqueft might be obtained over a wild world , and reduce it , at least , to fobriety , if the fame happy talent were employed in dreffing the fcenes of religion in their proper figures of majesty , sweetness ...
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... pleasures . But we have reafon to fear , that the tuneful men of our day have not raised their ambition to fo divine a pitch ; I fhould rejoice to see more of this celestial fire kindling within them ; for the flashes that break out in ...
... pleasures . But we have reafon to fear , that the tuneful men of our day have not raised their ambition to fo divine a pitch ; I fhould rejoice to see more of this celestial fire kindling within them ; for the flashes that break out in ...
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... pleasure , and infenfibly overcome and con- ceal the defects of the Mufe . Young gentlemen and ladies , whofe genius ... pleasures . The frequent in- terpofition of a devout thought may awaken the mind to a ferious fenfe of God ...
... pleasure , and infenfibly overcome and con- ceal the defects of the Mufe . Young gentlemen and ladies , whofe genius ... pleasures . The frequent in- terpofition of a devout thought may awaken the mind to a ferious fenfe of God ...
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... pleasure of the found : the reader is tired with the tedious uniformity , or charmed to fleep with the unmanly foftness of the numbers , and the per- petual chime of even cadences . In the " Effays without Rhyme , " I have not fet up ...
... pleasure of the found : the reader is tired with the tedious uniformity , or charmed to fleep with the unmanly foftness of the numbers , and the per- petual chime of even cadences . In the " Effays without Rhyme , " I have not fet up ...
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... pleasure to the car , and abuses the true relish , even when it works delight . There were fome fuch judges of poefy among the old Romans ; and Martial ingeniously laughs at one of them , that was pleafed even to aftonifhment with ...
... pleasure to the car , and abuses the true relish , even when it works delight . There were fome fuch judges of poefy among the old Romans ; and Martial ingeniously laughs at one of them , that was pleafed even to aftonifhment with ...
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adore aftra Almighty angels Behold beneath bleffings bleft blifs breaſt breath bright charms chearful command curfed darkneſs dear death defign defire delight divine Dreft duft dwell earth eternal everlaſting eyes facred faints fair falute fame fcenes feas fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fight filence fing fkies flain flame fleep fleſh fmile fome fong forrows foul fovereign fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet glory grace groans heart heaven heavenly hell honours immortal Jefus joys juft King light loft Lord mind mortal mourn Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffion pain Pindaric pleaſe pleaſure powers praife praiſe purſue raiſe reft reigns rife riſe round ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmiling SONG ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtream ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne thunder tongue vaft whofe wings
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Página 348 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Página 368 - Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care, or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Página 367 - A SUMMER EVENING. How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run ! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ; But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the...
Página 368 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Página 328 - How great his power is, none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.
Página 362 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.
Página 163 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Página 338 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Página 359 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Página 100 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.