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... John Byrom . From his " Poems , " Manchester , 1773 - - 258 260 Extempore . Intended to allay the violence of party- Spirit . By the fame . From the fame authority 260 Bedlam . By Thomas Fitzgerald . " Poems , " Oxford , 1781 From bis ...
... John Byrom . From his " Poems , " Manchester , 1773 - - 258 260 Extempore . Intended to allay the violence of party- Spirit . By the fame . From the fame authority 260 Bedlam . By Thomas Fitzgerald . " Poems , " Oxford , 1781 From bis ...
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... thee away . X. Yonder feats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore : Withing , panting for thy hight ! Half an angel ; man no more . 20 25 པ་ 30 35 10 VERSES DESIGNED FOR A WATCH CASE . BY JOHN BYROM WELSTED . 259.
... thee away . X. Yonder feats and fields of light Let thy ravish'd thought explore : Withing , panting for thy hight ! Half an angel ; man no more . 20 25 པ་ 30 35 10 VERSES DESIGNED FOR A WATCH CASE . BY JOHN BYROM WELSTED . 259.
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T AGERTON. VERSES DESIGNED FOR A WATCH CASE . BY JOHN BYROM . * COULD but our tempers move like this machine , Not urg'd by paffion , nor delay'd by spleen ; But , true to nature's regulating pow'r , By virtuous acts diftinguish ev'ry ...
T AGERTON. VERSES DESIGNED FOR A WATCH CASE . BY JOHN BYROM . * COULD but our tempers move like this machine , Not urg'd by paffion , nor delay'd by spleen ; But , true to nature's regulating pow'r , By virtuous acts diftinguish ev'ry ...
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第 91 頁 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
第 91 頁 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第 167 頁 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
第 166 頁 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
第 89 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第 89 頁 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第 166 頁 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
第 83 頁 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
第 164 頁 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
第 181 頁 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.