Works: In English Verse, Volume 1 (Google eBook)
BiblioLife, Feb 22, 2010 - 294 pages
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Page 123 - Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, And bow myself before the high God? Shall I come before him with burnt-offerings, With calves of a year old ? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, Or with ten thousands of rivers of oil ? Shall I give my first-born for my transgression, The fruit of my body for the sin of my soul...
Page 51 - Such was Roscommon, not more learn'd than good, With manners generous as his noble blood; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known, And every author's merit, but his own.
Page 159 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 168 - But God has, wisely, hid from human sight The dark decrees of future fate, And sown their seeds in depth of night ; He laughs at all the giddy turns of state, When mortals search too soon, and fear too late.
Page 123 - Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt-offerings and sacrifices as in obeying the voice of the Lord ? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice; and to hearken than the fat of rams.
Page 169 - Fortune, that with malicious joy Does Man, her slave, oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleased to bless; Still various and unconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind, But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.
Page 168 - And always in extreme. Now with a noiseless gentle course It keeps within the middle bed.; . Anon it lifts aloft the head, And bears down all before it with impetuous force : And trunks of trees come rolling down...
Page 166 - The rosy wreath is ready made, And artful hands prepare The fragrant Syrian oil, that shall perfume thy hair. II. When the wine sparkles from afar, And the well-natured friend cries, "Come away!
Page 54 - Practis'd to drefs, to dance, to play, In wanton mafk to lead the way, To move the pliant limbs, to roll the luring eye; "With folly's gayeft partizans to vye In empty noife and vain expence; To celebrate with flaunting air The midnight revels of the fair; Studious of every praife, but virtue, truth, and fenfe. VIII. Thus leflbn'd in intrigue her early thought improves, Nor meditates in vain forbidden loves: Soon the gay nymph in Cyprus...