The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 641790 |
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... their Author's mind : And London fhelters from the year Those whom thy focial hours to share The Attic Mufe defign'd .. * Aquarius . II . From E 3 II . From Hampstead's airy fummit me Her gueft the BOOK THE FIRST . ODE XVI . 53.
... their Author's mind : And London fhelters from the year Those whom thy focial hours to share The Attic Mufe defign'd .. * Aquarius . II . From E 3 II . From Hampstead's airy fummit me Her gueft the BOOK THE FIRST . ODE XVI . 53.
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... those the hireling foldier loves to fee , Nor thofe which haunt the bigot's gloomy breast : Far be their guilty nights , and far their dreams from me ! IV . Nor yet thofe awful forms prefent , For chiefs and heroes only meant : The ...
... those the hireling foldier loves to fee , Nor thofe which haunt the bigot's gloomy breast : Far be their guilty nights , and far their dreams from me ! IV . Nor yet thofe awful forms prefent , For chiefs and heroes only meant : The ...
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... those valiant tenants of her shore , Who from the warrior bow the ftrong dart fped , Or with firm hand the rapid pole - ax bore ? Freeman and foldier was their common name , Who late with reapers to the furrow came , Now in the front of ...
... those valiant tenants of her shore , Who from the warrior bow the ftrong dart fped , Or with firm hand the rapid pole - ax bore ? Freeman and foldier was their common name , Who late with reapers to the furrow came , Now in the front of ...
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... Those gifts , that treasure is no longer thine . Oh rather far be poor . Thy gold will shine Tempting the eye of force , and deck thee to thy bane . V. But what hath force or war to do with thee ? Girt by the azure tide , and thron'd ...
... Those gifts , that treasure is no longer thine . Oh rather far be poor . Thy gold will shine Tempting the eye of force , and deck thee to thy bane . V. But what hath force or war to do with thee ? Girt by the azure tide , and thron'd ...
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... Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long . Alas ! your fathers did by other arts Draw thofe kind ties around their fimple hearts , And led in other paths their ductile will ; By fuccour , faithful counfel , courteous cheer , Won ...
... Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long . Alas ! your fathers did by other arts Draw thofe kind ties around their fimple hearts , And led in other paths their ductile will ; By fuccour , faithful counfel , courteous cheer , Won ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Amalthea arms Bards Behold beneath bids bleft blissful bands bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe CERINTHUS charms Corycian Damon defire Delia delight divine doft Dryads Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret fhade fhall fhame filent fing fire firft firſt flame flave flowers fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftands ftate ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour infpire Latium loft LXIV lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Naiads nobler Nymphs o'er paffions pain Pentheus Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rais'd raiſe reafon reft rifing ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhrine ſky ſpeaks ſpread ſtate ſtill ſway tender Tethys thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toils treaſure virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 186 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 208 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
Página 198 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Página 204 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Página 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 197 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 201 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 197 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 197 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.