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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms creatures daemons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry fair fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruits give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human JOHN SHARPE KINGCUPS labour learn'd less liberty life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue waste wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
Page 319 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Page 319 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Page 322 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Page 233 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light : the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, And endless her increase.
Page 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Page 206 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Page 223 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. 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 233 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 125 - I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, • And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know...