Odes. Elegies. Sonnets. Epitaphs and inscriptions. Miscellanies. The English garden. Religio clerici. Hymns. Psalms

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 - Church music
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Page 191 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Page 135 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear : Take that best gift which heaven so lately gave To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form ; she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
Page 135 - Maria! breathe a strain divine: even from the grave thou shalt have power to charm : bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move: and if so fair, from vanity as free; as firm in friendship, and as fond in love. Tell them, tho...
Page 372 - ... work, about twelve foot in height, by which you may go in shade into the garden. As for the making of knots or figures with divers coloured earths, that they may lie under the windows of the house on that side which the garden stands, they be but toys : you may see as good sights many times in tarts.
Page 388 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
Page 45 - Ev'n mighty kings, the heirs of empire wide, Rising, with solemn state, and slow, From their sable thrones below, Meet and insult thy pride. What, dost thou join our ghostly train, A flitting shadow, light and vain ? Where is thy pomp, thy festive throng, Thy revel dance, and wanton song ? Proud king ! corruption fastens on thy breast; And calls her crawling brood, and bids them share the feast.
Page 383 - So spake the fiend; and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.
Page 178 - And from his artful round, I grant, That he with perfect skill can paint. The dullest genius cannot fail To find the moral of my tale : That the distinguish'd part of men, With compass, pencil, sword, or pen, Should in life's visit leave their name, In characters, which may proclaim, That they with ardour strove to raise At once their arts, and country's praise; And in their working took great care, That all was full, and round, and fair.
Page 447 - Father of heaven ! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death...
Page 375 - What I have said, of the best forms of gardens, is meant only of such as are in some sort regular; for there may be other forms wholly irregular that may, for aught I know, have more beauty than any of the others ; but they must owe it to some extraordinary dispositions of nature in the seat, or some great race of fancy or judgment in the contrivance, which may reduce many disagreeing parts into some figure, which shall yet, upon the whole, be very agreeable.

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