The works of the English poets: With prefaces, biographical and critical, Volume 31 (Google eBook)

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Printed by H. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry
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Page 128 - 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...
Page 128 - 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 100 - 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 100 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Page 164 - Now when Solomon had made an end of praying, the fire came down from heaven, and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices ; and the glory of the Lord filled the house.
Page 215 - Thus talking and scolding, they forward did speed ; And Ralpho pac'd by, under Newman the Swede. Into an old inn did this equipage roll, At a town they call Hodson, the sign of the Bull, Near a nymph with an urn, that divides the highway, And into a puddle throws mother of tea.
Page 27 - DID sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue, Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sung; Had I all knowledge, human and divine, That thought can reach, or science can define; And had I power to give that knowledge birth, In all the speeches of the babbling earth...
Page 14 - Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid ; That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye ; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.
Page 43 - Spring from his influence darted thence. So from the middle of the world The sun's prolific rays are hurl'd : Tis from that seat he darts those beams, Which quicken earth with genial flames.
Page 227 - Of all the gifts the gods afford (If we may take old Tully's word) The greatest is a friend; whose love Knows how to praise, and when reprove : From such a treasure never part, But hang the jewel on your heart: And, pray, sir, (it delights me) tell; You know this author mighty well...

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