Poems, Volum 1

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T. Cadell, 1791
 

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Pàgina 169 - Thy love the powers of thought beftow'd, To thee my thoughts would foar ; Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd— — "That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I fee } Each blefling to my foul more dear, Becaufe conferr'd by thee.
Pàgina 175 - My God! all nature owns thy sway, Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day! When all thy lov'd creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre breaks, And bathes in dew the op'ning flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong!
Pàgina 55 - EXPRESSION. Expression, child of soul! I fondly trace Thy strong enchantments, when the poet's lyre, The painter's pencil catch thy sacred fire, And beauty wakes for thee her touching grace — But from this frighted glance thy form avert When horrors check thy tear, thy struggling sigh, When frenzy rolls in thy impassion'd eye, Or guilt sits heavy on thy lab...
Pàgina 179 - Heaven speaks! Oh Nature listen and rejoice! Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice! "Say every breast of human frame, that proves "The boundless force with which a parent loves; "Say, can a mother from her yearning heart "Bid the soft image of her child depart? "She! whom strong instinct arms with strength to bear "All forms of ill, to shield that dearest care; "She! who with anguish stung, with madness wild, "Will rush on death to save her threaten'd child; "All selfish...
Pàgina 49 - Thro' varying modes of life, you trace The finer trait, the latent grace, And where thro...
Pàgina 176 - Or where the sheltering woods are spread, In every note that swells the gale, Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, The cavern's depth, or echoing grove, A voice is heard of praise and love.
Pàgina 94 - CURIO, and Clown. Duke . O fellow, come, the fong we had laft night : — Mark it, Cefario ; it is old, and plain : The fpinfters and the knitters in the fun, And the free...
Pàgina 68 - But now for me, in search of gain From shore to shore he flies: Why wander riches to obtain, When love is all I prize? IV. The frugal meal, the lowly cot If blest my love with thee! That simple fare, that humble lot, Were more than wealth to me. V. While he the dang'rous ocean braves, My tears but vainly flow: Is pity in the faithless waves To which I pour my woe?
Pàgina 177 - O never may their smiling train Pass o'er the human scene in vain ! But oft, as on the charm we gaze, Attune the wond'ring soul to praise ; And be the joys that most we prize, The joys that from thy favour rise ! WILLIAMS. SECTION XXVII. The happy end. WHEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er, How calm he meets the friendly shore, Who liv'd averse...
Pàgina 175 - And bathes in dew the op'ning flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong! Or when, in paler tints array'd, The evening slowly spreads her shade; That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can more than day's...

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