Bell's Edition, Volumes 87-88J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ! How wast thou pleas'd the wondrous theme to try , And find the thought of man could rise so high ? Beyond ...
... rising from the glowing ground . But tell me , oh ! what heav'nly pleasure , tell , To think so greatly , and describe so well ! How wast thou pleas'd the wondrous theme to try , And find the thought of man could rise so high ? Beyond ...
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... your sparkling race , While inward virtues heighten ev'ry grace . By these secur'd , you will with pleasure read Of future judgment , and the rising dead ; 49 2 Of time's grand period , heav'n and earth o'erthrown 18 VERSES TO THE AUTHOR .
... your sparkling race , While inward virtues heighten ev'ry grace . By these secur'd , you will with pleasure read Of future judgment , and the rising dead ; 49 2 Of time's grand period , heav'n and earth o'erthrown 18 VERSES TO THE AUTHOR .
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... rising ball : O Thou ! whose word from solid darkness struck 35 That spark , the sun , strike wisdom from my soul ; 40 My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this ...
... rising ball : O Thou ! whose word from solid darkness struck 35 That spark , the sun , strike wisdom from my soul ; 40 My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ' this ...
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... 'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm cann't snatch me from the grave : Legions of angels cann't confine me there . 90 H ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof 24 THE COMPLAINT .
... 'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm cann't snatch me from the grave : Legions of angels cann't confine me there . 90 H ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof 24 THE COMPLAINT .
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John Bell. ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul fantastick measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods or down the ...
John Bell. ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof . While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread , What tho ' my soul fantastick measures trod O'er fairy fields , or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods or down the ...
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Page 12 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Page 54 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For fortune fond had built her nest on high.
Page 12 - A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels! O what a miracle to man is man!
Page 48 - Life's grimace, that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the man, you see his hold on Heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends On this side death, and points them out to men ; A lecture silent, but of sovereign pow'r! To Vice confusion, and to Virtue peace.
Page 72 - The world's a stately bark, on dangerous seas With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril : Here on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms, And meditate on scenes more silent still, Pursue my theme, and fight the fear of death.
Page 68 - ... Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Page 12 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A. worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost!
Page 16 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight! Full above measure! lasting beyond bound! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end. That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Page 154 - They fail to find what they so plainly see ; Thus men, in shining riches, see the face Of happiness, nor know it is a shade ; But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, And wish, and wonder it is absent still.
Page 22 - For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own; their future selves...