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Samuel Jackson Pratt. The Coxcomb's Tear On the Death of the Duke of Bedford On a proud Man .. The Way to be happy I cannot live without thee On hearing that a certain Nobleman's Bills were much in 318 319 ibid . 320 ibid . Circulation ...
Samuel Jackson Pratt. The Coxcomb's Tear On the Death of the Duke of Bedford On a proud Man .. The Way to be happy I cannot live without thee On hearing that a certain Nobleman's Bills were much in 318 319 ibid . 320 ibid . Circulation ...
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... Death , literary and moral Character of Mr. Graves - Anecdote 487 Original Lines to Laura Phillips , an Infant .. 493 Sympathy , a Poem , revised and enlarged from the 8th Edition , with Notes and Illustrations , now first added ...
... Death , literary and moral Character of Mr. Graves - Anecdote 487 Original Lines to Laura Phillips , an Infant .. 493 Sympathy , a Poem , revised and enlarged from the 8th Edition , with Notes and Illustrations , now first added ...
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... Death , Stop , ere its time , the fleeting breath , And each fine spring of life invade With evils Nature never made . Within the wide and ample bound Of sacred Truth's capacious round , Wherever Genius wings his way , And seems to lend ...
... Death , Stop , ere its time , the fleeting breath , And each fine spring of life invade With evils Nature never made . Within the wide and ample bound Of sacred Truth's capacious round , Wherever Genius wings his way , And seems to lend ...
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... DEATH still reign'd- Man something of his GOD regain'd . At length the true Physician came , An honour'd and a sacred name ! His office hallow'd , and his power Of magic use in life's brief hour . But not to words of solemn sound , Nor ...
... DEATH still reign'd- Man something of his GOD regain'd . At length the true Physician came , An honour'd and a sacred name ! His office hallow'd , and his power Of magic use in life's brief hour . But not to words of solemn sound , Nor ...
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... death were thought to wait The fiat of his dreadful nod , That symbol of this wig - veil'd God : Nor to imposing dress or show , That marks the medicinal beau ; Nor yet to modern medic prigs , Disguis'd in crops instead of wigs ; Who ...
... death were thought to wait The fiat of his dreadful nod , That symbol of this wig - veil'd God : Nor to imposing dress or show , That marks the medicinal beau ; Nor yet to modern medic prigs , Disguis'd in crops instead of wigs ; Who ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Bard battle of Barnet Beauty behold bend bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charm cheer Claverton Cupid dæmon dear death e'en e'er ev'ry fair fame Fancy fatal Furies fate feel flowers fond Friendship gale Genius give GLEANER glow grace grave grief happy hear heart Heav'n Henley in Arden honour hope hour impart LADY life's Lord Thurlow lov'd Lowestoft lyre maid mind morn mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er o'er passion Petrarch pleasure POEMS Poet poor pow'r praise prayer pride proud prove Renealmia rhyme rise rose round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Southampton strain sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought Thyrsis tomb truth Twas vale venom ere verse Virtue warm wing wish youth ΤΟ
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Página 191 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Página 546 - But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep, And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole, Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul...
Página 544 - Society and conversation, therefore, are the most powerful remedies for restoring the mind to its tranquillity, if, at any time, it has unfortunately lost it; as well as the best preservatives of that equal and happy temper, which is so necessary to self-satisfaction and enjoyment. Men of retirement and speculation, who are apt to sit brooding at home over either grief or resentment, though they may often have more humanity, more generosity, and a nicer sense of honour, yet seldom possess that equality...
Página 543 - How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it.
Página 543 - ... with their happiness. We enter into their gratitude towards those faithful friends who did not desert them in their difficulties ; and we heartily go along with their resentment against those perfidious traitors who injured, abandoned, or deceived them.
Página 547 - Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face, And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; Wipes from her cheek the rapture-speaking tear, And clasps, with many a sigh, his children dear ! While, long neglected, but at length caress'd, His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest, Points to the master's eyes (where'er they roam) His wistful face, and whines a welcome home.
Página 545 - Rome's great forum, who but hears him roll His moral thunders o'er the subject soul ! And hence that calm delight the portrait gives : We gaze on every feature till it lives ! Still the fond lover sees the absent maid ; And the lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep, When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still, she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face.
Página 213 - Weak with nice sense, the chaste MIMOSA stands, From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands; Oft as light clouds o'erpass the Summer-glade, Alarmed she trembles at the moving shade; And feels, alive through all her tender form, The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm; Shuts her sweet eye-lids to approaching night; And hails with freshen'd charms the rising light.
Página 545 - Glows in the tiger's den, the serpent's nest, *brm of varied life imprest. The social tribes its choicest influence hail:— And when the drum beats briskly in the gale, The war-worn courser charges at the sound, And with young vigour wheels the pasture round.
Página 463 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.