The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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admire adore ambition angels applause art thou awful bids bless bless'd bliss boast canst charms Clodio Codrus court crime crown dare dark dear death Deity delight Deloraine divine Dorset dost dread e'en earth eternal fair fame fate fire flame folly fond fool genius give glorious glory gods grace grandeur guilt happiness heart Heaven human illustrious immortal indulge inspired JOSEPH ADDISON Juvenal labour lady learn'd lord Lorenzo lustre man's mankind mighty mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers nymphs o'er Orrery pain pass'd passion peace pleasure praise pride proud rage reigns renown rise sacred satire scene scorn sense shine sight Sir Spencer Compton skies smile soul sphere spleen stars sweet tempest thee theme thine thought throne triumph true truth turn twill VIRG virtue Virtue's wisdom wise wonder wretched write
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Página 38 - Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw, What nothing less than angel can exceed ! A man on earth devoted to the skies ; Like ships in sea, while in, above the world. With aspect mild, and elevated eye, Behold him seated on a mount serene, Above the fogs of sense, and passion's storm ; All the black cares, and tumults, of this life, Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace.
Página 55 - And now, all dross remov'd, heaven's own pure day, Full on the confines of our ether, flames. While (dreadful contrast !) far, how far beneath ! Hell, bursting, belches forth her blazing seas, And storms sulphureous ; her voracious jaws Expanding wide, and roaring for her prey.
Página 179 - And all, but adoration, is your due. But adoration ! give me something more, Cries Lyce, on the borders of threescore : Nought treads so silent as the foot of time ; Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime ; 'Tis greatly wise to know, before we're told, The melancholy news, that we grow old. Autumnal Lyce carries in her face Memento mori to each public place.
Página 121 - Joy breaks, shines, triumphs ; 'tis eternal day. Shall that which rises out of nought complain Of a few evils, paid with endless joys ? My soul ! henceforth, in sweetest union join The two supports of human happiness, Which some, erroneous, think can never meet ; True taste of life, and constant thought of death ! The thought of death, sole victor of its dread ; Hope, be thy joy ; and probity, thy skill ; Thy patron, HE, whose diadem has dropp'd Yon gems of heaven ; eternity, thy prize : And leave...
Página 132 - Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. To patch-work learn'd quotations are allied ; Both strive to make our poverty our pride.
Página 136 - Bristol's hair : What bodily fatigue is half so bad? With anxious care they labour to be glad. What numbers, here, would into fame advance, Conscious of merit in the coxcomb's dance ? The tavern ! park ! assembly ! mask ! and play ! Those dear destroyers of the tedious day ! That wheel of fops ! that saunter of the town ! Call it diversion, and the pill goes down.
Página 55 - From tenfold darkness ; sudden as the spark From smitten steel ; from nitrous grain, the blaze. Man, starting from his couch, shall sleep no more ! The day is broke, which never more shall close ! Above, around, beneath, amazement all ! Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our GOD in grandeur, and our world on fire ! All nature struggling in the pangs of death I Dost thou not hear her?
Página 26 - Almighty's sake ; A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man ; Some sinister intent taints all he does ; And, in his kindest actions, he's unkind. On piety, humanity is built ;. And, on humanity, much happiness ; And yet still more on piety itself. A soul in commerce...
Página 57 - Inexorable, all ! and all, extreme ! Nor man alone ; the foe of God and man, From his dark den, blaspheming, drags his chain, And rears his brazen front, with thunder scarr'd : Receives his sentence, and begins his hell. All vengeance past, now, seems abundant grace : Like meteors in a stormy sky, how roll His baleful eyes ! he curses whom he dreads ; And deems it the first moment of his fall.
Página 27 - Each branch of piety delight inspires : Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...