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... MOTHER'S ARMS ( 1725 ) . 91 JOHN DYER GRONGAR HILL ( 1726 ) 92 GEORGE BERKELEY VERSES ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA ( WR . C. 1726 ; PUBL . 1752 ) . 96 JAMES THOMSON THE SEASONS ( 1726-30 ) WINTER , 11. X ...
... MOTHER'S ARMS ( 1725 ) . 91 JOHN DYER GRONGAR HILL ( 1726 ) 92 GEORGE BERKELEY VERSES ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA ( WR . C. 1726 ; PUBL . 1752 ) . 96 JAMES THOMSON THE SEASONS ( 1726-30 ) WINTER , 11. X ...
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... HILL ( 1783 ) 319 TO THE MUSES ( 1783 ) 320 • INTRODUCTION TO SONGS OF INNOCENCE ( 1789 ) 320 THE LAMB ( 1789 ) . 321 THE LITTLE BLACK Boy ( 1789 ) 322 A CRADLE SONG ( 1789 ) 322 HOLY THURSDAY ( 1789 ) 323 THE DIVINE IMAGE ( 1789 ) 324 ...
... HILL ( 1783 ) 319 TO THE MUSES ( 1783 ) 320 • INTRODUCTION TO SONGS OF INNOCENCE ( 1789 ) 320 THE LAMB ( 1789 ) . 321 THE LITTLE BLACK Boy ( 1789 ) 322 A CRADLE SONG ( 1789 ) 322 HOLY THURSDAY ( 1789 ) 323 THE DIVINE IMAGE ( 1789 ) 324 ...
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... hills in order stood , Or earth received her frame , From everlasting Thou art God , To endless years the same . A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun . Time ...
... hills in order stood , Or earth received her frame , From everlasting Thou art God , To endless years the same . A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun . Time ...
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... Hills peep o'er hills , and Alps on Alps arise ! A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole , nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ...
... Hills peep o'er hills , and Alps on Alps arise ! A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole , nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ...
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... hills are seen , There painted valleys of eternal green ; In cold December fragrant chaplets blow , And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow . All these and more the cloud - compelling queen Beholds through fogs , that magnify the scene ...
... hills are seen , There painted valleys of eternal green ; In cold December fragrant chaplets blow , And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow . All these and more the cloud - compelling queen Beholds through fogs , that magnify the scene ...
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Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Page 212 - 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 when he frowned...
Page 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Page 228 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Page 137 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 177 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 179 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 259 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 209 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 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...