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Page 115
She pours no flattery into folly's ear , No shameless hireling of a shameless Peer ;
The friends of Pope indulge her native lays , And Gloucester joins with Lyttleton
to praise . Each judge of art , her strain , though artless , loves ; And Shenstone ...
She pours no flattery into folly's ear , No shameless hireling of a shameless Peer ;
The friends of Pope indulge her native lays , And Gloucester joins with Lyttleton
to praise . Each judge of art , her strain , though artless , loves ; And Shenstone ...
Page 118
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. Such duty in a flower
display'd The holy sisters smiled to see , Forgave the pagan rites it paid , And lov'
d its fond idolatry . But painful still , though meant for kind , The praise that falls on
...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. Such duty in a flower
display'd The holy sisters smiled to see , Forgave the pagan rites it paid , And lov'
d its fond idolatry . But painful still , though meant for kind , The praise that falls on
...
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Whose boundless eye that knows no rest , Intent on Nature's ample breast ;
Explores the space of earth and skies , And sees eternal incense rise ; To thee
my humble voice I raise ; Forgive , while I presume to praise . Though thou this
transient ...
Whose boundless eye that knows no rest , Intent on Nature's ample breast ;
Explores the space of earth and skies , And sees eternal incense rise ; To thee
my humble voice I raise ; Forgive , while I presume to praise . Though thou this
transient ...
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Yet murmur not , but praise — for though we stand Of many a godlike privilege
amerc'd By Adam's dire transgression , though no more Is Paradise our home ,
but o'er the portal Hangs in terrific pomp the burning blade ; Still with ten
thousand ...
Yet murmur not , but praise — for though we stand Of many a godlike privilege
amerc'd By Adam's dire transgression , though no more Is Paradise our home ,
but o'er the portal Hangs in terrific pomp the burning blade ; Still with ten
thousand ...
Page 328
HALLELUJAH ! kneel and sing Praises to the Heavenly King ; To the God
supremely great , Hallelujah in the height ! Praise him , arch - angelic band , Ye
that in his presence stand ; Praise him , ye that watch and pray , Michael's
myriads in ...
HALLELUJAH ! kneel and sing Praises to the Heavenly King ; To the God
supremely great , Hallelujah in the height ! Praise him , arch - angelic band , Ye
that in his presence stand ; Praise him , ye that watch and pray , Michael's
myriads in ...
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Page 21 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 28 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Page 31 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings...
Page 31 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Page 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 26 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art, and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love ; The matron's glance, that would those looks reprove...
Page 66 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
Page 30 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 28 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Page 10 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
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| Title | The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 30 The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Ezekiel Sanford |
| Editors | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh |
| Publisher | Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 20 Oct 2005 |
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