Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Volume 4

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John Aikin
Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - English poetry - 807 pages
 

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Page 112 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Page 86 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Page 253 - Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook.
Page 146 - I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
Page 262 - And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies: She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round, Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view ! " Let me (says she) your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
Page 145 - The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
Page 186 - Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Chloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes. Fair Chloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and gazed : I played and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remarked, how ill we all dissembled.
Page 263 - The Goat remarked her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye; "My back," says he, "may do you harm; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.
Page 112 - I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.
Page 111 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...

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