Poems by the Late Reverend Dr. Thomas Blacklock Together with an Essay on the Education of the Blind. To Which is Prefixed A New Account of the Life and Writings of the Author |
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Such elegance of taste, such graceful ease,
Infus'd by heav'n, thro' all his manners shone;
In him it seem'd to join what'er could please,
And plan the full perfection from its own:
He other fields and other swains had known,
Gentle as those of old by Phoebus taught,
When polish'd with his lute, like him they spoke and thought.
Infus'd by heav'n, thro' all his manners shone;
In him it seem'd to join what'er could please,
And plan the full perfection from its own:
He other fields and other swains had known,
Gentle as those of old by Phoebus taught,
When polish'd with his lute, like him they spoke and thought.
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Thus form'd alike to bless, and to be bless'd,
Such heav'nly graces kindred graces found;
Her gentle turn the same, the same her taste,
With equal worth, and equal candour crown'd:
Long may she search creation's ample round,
The joys of such a friendship to explore;
But, once in him expir'd, to joy she lives no more.
Such heav'nly graces kindred graces found;
Her gentle turn the same, the same her taste,
With equal worth, and equal candour crown'd:
Long may she search creation's ample round,
The joys of such a friendship to explore;
But, once in him expir'd, to joy she lives no more.
As nature to her works supremely kind,
His tender soul with all the parent glow'd,
On all his race, his goodness unconfin'd,
One full exhaustless stream of fondness flow'd;
Pleas'd as each genius rose
New prospects to disclose,
To form the mind, and raise its gen'rous aim;
His thoughts, with virtue warm'd,
At once inspir'd and charm'd;
His looks, his words, his smiles transfus'd the sacred flame.
His tender soul with all the parent glow'd,
On all his race, his goodness unconfin'd,
One full exhaustless stream of fondness flow'd;
Pleas'd as each genius rose
New prospects to disclose,
To form the mind, and raise its gen'rous aim;
His thoughts, with virtue warm'd,
At once inspir'd and charm'd;
His looks, his words, his smiles transfus'd the sacred flame.
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