The Works of William Mason, Volumen1T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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Página 434 - Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Página 200 - 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 handiworks.
Página 137 - Heav'n so lately gave: To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died. Does Youth, does Beauty, read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm ? Speak, dead MARIA ! breathe a strain divine : Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have power to charm.
Página 456 - Whatsoever is divine revelation, ought to overrule all our opinions, prejudices, and interest, and hath a right to be received with full assent. Such a submission as this, of our reason to faith, takes not away the landmarks of knowledge: this shakes not the foundations of reason, but leaves us that use of our faculties for which they were given us.
Página 137 - Ev'n from the grave thou shall 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, though 'tis an awful thing to die, ('Twas ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids " the pure in heart behold their GOD.
Página 190 - 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.
Página 88 - There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen. The lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.
Página 386 - ... 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.
Página 402 - 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...
Página 47 - 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.