poems on several occasions

      Those whose rich Souls are always bright, But soon may tumble from their slippery State,       And fond of Grandeur, Fond of Fame, To the Revengeful teach the gen'rous Way, No flowing Tresses win an amorous Heart: Pleasures adapted to your nobler Taste, And to the Sea her wide-stretch'd Current bend. was but th' exterior part; Eternal Glory your Reward shall prove, Je kunt je cookievoorkeuren altijd weer aanpassen. Poems on Several Occasions by Moss, Thomas. To Pains inur'd, with Disappointments crost, our Care, and unworthy of our Thoughts, And is so rich that he desires no more: Shall meet with new, with unexperienc'd Charms. When fierce devouring Flames shall force their dreadful Way,       And for their Sins, and Follies mourn:       Her former Injuries deplore; And meet their God with cheerful Songs of Praise: Fixt their Regards on the resplendent Skies, Doubly secur'd by Honour, and by Love. From open Fields, and from th' enkindled Air,     A Cato bleeding in the noblest Cause,       That pure, unmix'd, eternal Spring, And all those Toils, whose kind Effects we share? We past and present Ages see, Pollux. Created Date 1720. Go, these important Truths make known;       Glories, whose pernicious Blaze Her Spouse in all his Troubles did attend:       And chaunt the Praise of him above,       With it, Ten thousand Joys it brings, Let them exchange their Innocence and Fame To future Times it had been little known, [Page 116].       'Tis much too strong to be supprest. Such was that Virgin Glory of our Isle, Death shoots his killing Arrows thro' their Frowns;       And like the Glory of the Skies, [Page 69]. And blush to see, that after all our Care, [Page 42] Or to the Mistress, or the Maid: Our Faculties will all awake, If I've a Soul above the Reach of Fear, In Fish amid the Silver Waves they stray, Whose Minds are pure, free from the least Allay, And let your watry Subjects taste the Sweets of Peace. Each Angel at the Sight admires,       Where Art does in Perfection shine, We shou'd to others, as our selves be kind, Which play the Tyrant in the Mortal Breast: They saw impending Dangers threaten from on high, The Fire on your impassive Bodies gain'd And neither know or Mine, or Thine; And strove to mitigate their rig'rous Fate: And always burns with a more ardent Flame: And in sweet moving Strains their Gratitude express'd. But what, alas, is it I say! At once its Glory, and its Blessing too:       The brave an inward Firmness find; Millions of Suff'rers throng the Stygian Shore, London: Printed by W. B. for Bernard Lintott at the Middle Temple Gate in Fleetstreet, 1703. In his cold Tomb the lovely Youth is laid, Nor Blood, nor Friendship, can their Rage restrain, Did all this good Advice deride; [Page 5]. Nature to them penuriously does give; And as she taught, without Deceit, they lov'd: Thus, Hand in Hand we'll upward fly; Thro' Labyrinths we go without a Clue, [Page 62]. Just is his Stile, his Satyr is Polite: One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And where, their Wishes were with full Fruition crown'd. Seems to call Vengeance from his Kindred Skies. And now shall taste of my Felicity. Mævius.       The most are by themselves undone:       The pitying Nymph stood grieving by And in those Realms of unexhausted Light, [Page 16] The Table of Contents did not originally list "The Song of the Three Children paraphras'd". [Page 58] Afflictions are not to one State confin'd:       Their Understandings clear and bright. Here you may safely stand and hear the Billows roar, Persuade them with a bounteous Mind       And did resistless Charms display: This, I know, is with great appearance of Reason, deny'd by the learned Mr. Ray, but since 'tis asserted by both ancient and modern Writers, particularly by the ingenious Dr. Burnet, in his Theory of the Earth, and since Mountains are not mention'd in Scripture till the Water was risen to its utmost height, I thought in a Pindarick Ode, I might chuse which Opinion I wou'd, without troubling my self, nicely to examine all the Reasons that might be given for each. Like fleeting Shadows they escape their view:       O let us to some Cell remove; To rule your Passions, and command your Will; Receive my Thanks, 'tis all that I can pay,       To your great Master thankful prove, And whose Description far exceeds the Pow'r of Eloquence. Censures each State, and full of Pride, To all her Works she soft Repose allows. And in each other there eternally delight. And swoln with Pride, Advice despise; In This they place their highest Joy: O fatal Change!       Nothing our Fury can asswage; And we to the strict Search of Truth inclin'd, Of Nymphs, and Shades, and Hills, and Streams,       And no past Crimes my vext Remembrance pain. Tell false designing Men, 'tis much below And whom thy Omnipresence keeps in awe: Who to its Dictates glad Submission pay, With the same Courage he for Rome had fought, The welcome Haven of eternal Rest, If at my Feet her Bounties lay, [Page 25] The Trees it rob'd of all their native Green,       Who are with healing Virtues blest, Turn'd his intended Curses into Praise: But bid him with him some Provisions bring, And needs no Foreign Help to make* it blest, [Page 6] He ought to turn his Vanity to Praise, Farewel, farewel; my Soul is much in haste. To never ending Joys, and Seats Divine, Inform the Poor, of whom vast Crouds you'll see,       And to themselves ascribe that Fame Wit and Virtue claim your Duty, And whether like our Beaux below, I still will your Companion be: Nor him, nor you, nor Heav'n, will spare, Amaz'd, and griev'd the sad Egyptians rise, [Page 120] And all the Warmth of sacred Love express: Their Sails they fill; the Ships make speedy way, With those who breath'd scorch'd Lybia's sultry Air, Nor yet the meanest Character refuse. And by auspicious Omens shew'd its Love: While thus I mourn'd, a sudden Light the Place o'er spread Ye Sons of Men, ye chosen Race       And by degrees the Organs fit,       When thy invigorating Pow'r Almighty Goodness claims the highest Praise. Where You reside, may Pleasures still abound, Printed by W. B. for Bernard Lintott at the     When I am wrong'd, or treated with Neglect, With Eyes that dart malignant Horrors round, But shall be toss'd on that tempestuous Sea no more: In your Discourses praise his holy Name, I past Misfortunes shou'd not then deplore,       To make the Earth a Place desir'd, that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. And with attentive Heed, and reverential Fear, And on a sudden saw the threatning Billows rise:       And in the fatal Chase Expire: From lofty Mountains in Meander's slide, And all the pretty Words in Fashion; A Life, which long since seem'd determin'd to the Grave. When such Reflections, such sad Thoughts as these       To dig the wealthy Mine we try,       Where, the great Suff'rer sits inthron'd, But from each Land his suff'ring Saints will bring: Will take an everlasting leave of Joy. That best, that noblest Pleasure of the Mind, And the sad Sight does all my Grief renew: Those happy Seats, where Love Divine Observ'd those Passions which their Souls did move, Then forward march'd, by the same Kindness led, In sweetest Songs of grateful Praise unite:       Rough Winds and Rains they never knew, Why didst thou Man to thy fond Heart admit? We know very little of our O Fate unjust! For when they from their pleasing Slumbers wake, Marissa.                   To groundless Fear?      From it we no advantage win, HAppy are they who when alone Th' approaching Ills of our maturer Age,      Who such a wretched Life wou'd chuse? But when she saw her Reasons could not move, And thinks his Policy Divine; With cheerful Haste his vocal Tribute bring. I did but lately part: What can resist the Daring and the Brave?       And with the Sweets of Friendship blest,       They only can those Snares avoid, In whom as to their Centre Lines are drawn, The num'rous Graces of his Royal Line: [Page]. And therefore cast a Veil upon his sullen Grief: From her to this Recess I fled, I'll strive with you my Zeal to show, From their long Sleep his injur'd Servants wake; This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. A Treasure which for ever will remain.       You of the fierce devouring Kind, Such, such was he, whose Loss I now lament; O wondrous Place! Those Virtues which our Souls combine, Thro' the wide Void its Empire did extend,       For You that noble Task's assign'd,             Ev'ry Part is now refin'd: unavoidably involve Mankind in great Misery, and draw after them a long Train of And neither know which Path t'avoid, or which to chuse. stay for me,       Did all its fragrant Treasures bring: As if it were but one blest individual Soul. Not knowing better, and inur'd to Pain. Ye kind Vicissitudes of Heat and Cold, And only wish'd for what wou'd Life sustain; She loudly cries, O my lov'd Charge, beware: My Country's Honour, as my own, I prize, Remote from Noise, from Bus'ness, and from Strife, By it inspir'd we all Mankind despise, the better of my Afflictions, and restor'd Some think the Great are only blest, From her, Alas!       And on the new-form'd Glory gaze:       Thro' all the bright Expanse above,       Bid us all angry Thoughts expel, And watch the Motions of your Eye:       With never ceasing Ardor sing: He full of Rage, and of Despair,       They rather to the Rage expose High on th' exalted Waves they look'd around, Those that in Virtue's School were early bred,       And still are blest with fresh Supplies: As able to advise, and to defend, And wonder how such childish Things as these 'Tis This the Rich, the Proud, the Vain, Th' intensest Sorrow, and the sharpest Pain. Om bol.com voor jou nog beter te maken, gebruiken wij altijd functionele en analytische cookies (en daarmee vergelijkbare technieken). Ev'n Heav'n it self her Unction did approve,                 Gasping for Breath, Before his Throne your joint Devotions lay. To the superior World repair;       The Race of Life we run so fast, I have for them can excuse.       In vain their Skill the Tempters try, Cross Seas unknown, thro' pathless Desarts* go, May to the Knowledge of their Faults be brought,       And ye that shine like Suns above; Their vain Pretences, and their towring Flights, And by their Passions never led astray, The pleas'd Disciples their lov'd Lord obey'd: Ye holy Souls, who from your Bondage free, We with our Friends in all Concerns should share. Can this a real Good bestow? But what her haughty Lord thinks fit, And all the painful Ills of ling'ring Life did bear: To the Perfection of their kind aspire, From Gloom, to Gloom, with weary'd Steps we stray'd, [Page 64] On their exalted Heights they sit in State, Where for a while in their soft Bed they rest,       Can on the mounting Billows ride, most Obedient Servant, With you we'll join, and the great Subject raise: Who hunts, and games, and swears, and drinks, her Pow'r will own: While from th' infectious Stench the poison'd Fishes fled, Whose Hearts are one, whose Souls combine, Rush thro' the dusky Horrors of the Night, mean Actions, blush at the very Thoughts [Page 33] becoming Submission to the Divine Pleasure, None else cou'd us from our Confinement free: Long did she struggle, long the War maintain,       A grateful Sense of Favours past,       Guilt call'd down Vengeance from above, Are still the Subjects which his Laughter move See human Nature to its Zenith rais'd,       You quickly wou'd have cause to mourn, The mighty Voice dilates it self around, Than the voluptuous can in their Enjoyments find; Addison., Joseph Addison. That gen'rous Temper you've so often shown, Is to his Books a willing Slave? O cou'd you not the fatal Tempter shun! Rowe to the Skies does his great Hero raise;             The fond Narcissus lay, As vainly wishing, gazing, dying, Who wou'd with so much Toil th' Incumbrance Life maintain? And hither came your Triumphs to attend: And make the Groves resound with thy immortal Name, Occasion'd by sight of some Verses upon that Subject for the preceding Year, compos'd by no Eminent Hand.       When they are present, then we rage, Which thro' each Line do's sacred Warmth inspire? Birds their lov'd airy Region leave, I hear! 31,[1],212p.       'Tis there the brightest Gems are found: We all the various Paths of Folly tread: Those glorious Beings whose exalted Sense Mixt with thick Smoak the threatning Terrors rise, Must she so soon the Call of Fate obey? A Victim to his Honour, and the Laws:       And, when by the Decrees of Fate Who bravely avaricious Thoughts disdains, Laborious was the Task, and your Advances slow: Propitious Omens Heaven is pleas'd to send, put a true Value on themselves, when instead [Page 125]             Her dusky Horrors spread; And were your Tenderness as great as mine,             Such dazling Glories hide, Gaze on th' instructive venerable Dead, And never more phantastick Forms pursue:       Afraid of Calms, and flatt'ring Skies, Collect bright Images, from them Ideas make,       Our selves we fright, our Spirits waste, The rich Productions of unbounded Pow'r! To try my Patience, and my Soul to wound? Which kept you firm, when both the Great, and Wise, Till by a sudden Act of Pow'r Divine,       With Beds of fragrant Flow'rs between; Nor loiter in the lower Skies, And fill'd with Matter that vast empty Space, But were we by inlightned Reason led, Well done, well done, shall their pleas'd Saviour say; See the fam'd Amazon her Streams extend, Whose Bounds exceed the utmost Stretch of Thought, Or with more Clearness each dark Text unfold, And all the Monsters of the Main despise.       Alas! Come, fair Astrea, let us for a while The Title Knave shou'd prove a Blot;       To sultry Climes Relief convey, For one in whom they may confide, on whom they may depend: And make the meanest things deserve Eternal Praise: Can to a Poet's Name pretend,       At once with Joy and Wonder strook,       Too fierce they shine, too glaring bright, And in the noblest Cause your Rhet'rick use:      On Dangers, unconcern'd, they run, And all to his superior Virtue yield,       Pleasures in ev'ry Place abound: Before their Shrines the fainting Suppliants fall: If thou the whole thy own couldst call, CEase, fair Calistris, cease disdaining; Than Garth none can with greater Smoothness write, Which far above the gloomy Verge of Night Restore himself to thy desiring Eyes;       When by prevailing Death subdu'd, With her in all her Lamentations share:             Cou'd not preserve his Life: Amazing Goodness, and unbounded Love, And you'll find some yet much more vain.       From that which you once liv'd below! Tell them they were for higher Bus'ness born, Let thund'ring Blasts spread the loud Accents round,       Which dost a needful Warmth inspire; Adore his Goodness who has broke your Chains, Where all is to be found that can delight. We shall more accurately think, and much more fully know.               In vain each Path we guard; And, as they can, their silent Adoration pay. by adhering too much to the Delights of the Body, enervating and lessening the Activity and Strength of their noblest and most perfect Powers, which proportionably abated, as the other increas'd, they sunk by degrees into an Aerial State, from whence, such as by repeated Acts of Disobedience, and the too eager Gratification of their sensitive Appetites, are render'd unfit for the Exercise of their more exalted Faculties (which by disuse, being almost laid asleep, and the Sensitive ones being quite tir'd by too long Exercises) fall lower yet, and lie in a State of Silence and Inactivity, till they are awaken'd into Life in such Bodies as by their previous Dispositions they are fitted for: So that no sooner is there any Matter of due vital Temper prepar'd, but presently a Soul that is suitable to such a Body, is sent into it.       Before you all the Machines lay; On those for whom thou didst with so much Kindness die: And fill'd with purest Æther the celestial Height, O let me be by their dear Relicks laid;     Betimes the Vicious their Insults began, And seen them gaze on the sad doubtful Strife, With him explore the boundless Realms of Chance, And when in such Distress And dares the Swede and Czar arraign; If Virtue my free Soul unsully'd keeps, Each Look, each Word, each Smile's affected, By thee led on, we climb the sacred Hill,       Both Birds and Beasts with Haste retire, And on the Phrygians and the Greeks attend, Those Virtues which you modestly conceal,       Those Masks that Ignorance does chuse are no Defence: Why Tyrant, which past Princes us'd, To her inhuman Father's Cruelty

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