Visions in Verse: For the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds

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J. Dodsley, 1790 - 82 pages

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Page 35 - If soft the motions of thy soul, And a calm conscience crowns the whole ; Add but a friend to all this store, You can't, in reason, wish for more ; And if kind heav'n this comfort brings, 'Tis more than heav'n bestows on kings.
Page 61 - Child's breast the spark began, Grows with his growth, and glares in man But when in life we journey late, If follies die, do griefs abate 'I Ah!
Page 77 - Tis reason's part To govern and to guard the heart ; To lull the wayward soul to rest, When hopes and fears distract the breast, Reason may calm this doubtful strife, And steer thy bark through various life...
Page 43 - Thou art the fame thro' change of times ;. Thro' frozen zones and burning climes ; From the. equator to the pole, The fame kind angel thro
Page 9 - I'm pleas'd, when vice and folly smart, Or at the gibbet or the cart : Yet always pity, where I can, Abhor the guilt, but mourn the man. Now the religion of your poet — Does not this" little preface show it .' My Visions if you scan with care, 'Tis ten to one you'll find it there.
Page 77 - Seraph of illuftrious birth !' (RELIGION was her name on earth) Supremely fweet her radiant face, And blooming with celeftial grace ! Three...
Page 28 - The mighty wings, that form'd the side, Commanded by that giant Pride : While Sickness, and her sisters Pain And Poverty, the centre gain : Repentance, with a brow severe, And Death, were station'd in the rear.
Page 6 - Not that it boots the world a tittle, Whether the author's big or little ; Or whether fair, or black, or brown ; No writer's hue concerns the town. I pass the silent ruraf hour, No slave to wealth, no tool to pow'r.
Page 26 - The virgin was averse to courts, But often seen in rural sports: When in her rosy vest the morn Walks o'er the dew-bespangled lawn, The nymph is first to form the race, Or wind the horn, and lead thu chase.
Page 48 - Tho' pale our beams, and fmall our fphere, Still we may fhine fererie arid clear. Give to the judge the fcarlet gown, To martial fouls the civic crown : What then ? is merit their's alone ? Have we no worth to call our own ? Shall we not vindicate our part, In the firm breaft, and upright heart ? Reader, thefe virtues may be thine, Tho' in fuperior light they fhine.

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