Lyra Anglicana: or, Poetry and its English representatives, a poem

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Página 32 - The modeft fhun it, but to make it fure. O'er globes, and fceptres, now on thrones it fwells ; Now, trims the midnight lamp in college cells : 'Tis Tory, Whig ; it plots, prays, preaches, pleads.
Página 38 - PRAYER, the Church's banquet, Angel's age. God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth ; Engine against th...
Página 7 - And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle ; So scenes of life, when present and confest, Stamp but their bolder features on the breast ; Yet not an image, when remotely viewed, However trivial, and however rude, But wins the heart, and wakes the social sigh. With every claim of close affinity ! But these pure joys the world can never know ; In gentler climes their silver...
Página 84 - The unknown are better, than ill known : Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed...
Página 49 - scaped the wrangling crew, From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus' sty ; And held high converse with the godlike few, Who to the enraptured heart, and ear, and eye, Teach beauty, virtue, truth, and love, and melody.
Página 53 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley...
Página 10 - Hope, of all paffions, moft befriends us here; Paffions of prouder name befriend us lefs. Joy has her tears ; and trahfport has her death; Hope, like a cordial, innocent, tho...
Página 11 - Thine's the more hard and noble bliss; Best apprehender of our joys, which hast So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast. Hope, thou sad lovers...
Página 76 - As on a stithe where that some work of fame Was daily wrought, to turn to Britain's gain. A visage stern and mild : where both did grow Vice to contemn, in virtue to rejoice ; Amid great storms whom grace assured so To live upright, and smile at fortune's choice.
Página 49 - OF all thofe arts in which the wife excel, Nature's chief mafter-piece is writing well: No writing lifts exalted man fo high, As facred and foul-moving poefy: No kind of work requires fo nice a touch; And, if well finifh'd, nothing mines fo much.

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