The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 15Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... kind , as Hope divinely fair . Her soul was flame , and with prolific rays The nations warm'd , all - bright withouten glare . Both men and angels , as she passes , gaze , [ praise . But chief the poor , the lame , the blind , the naked ...
... kind , as Hope divinely fair . Her soul was flame , and with prolific rays The nations warm'd , all - bright withouten glare . Both men and angels , as she passes , gaze , [ praise . But chief the poor , the lame , the blind , the naked ...
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... kind of writing . Te sequor , O nostræ gentis decus ! inque tuis nunc Fixa pedum pono pressis vestigia signis : Non ità certandi cupidus , quam propter amorem Quòd te imitari avco : Quid enim contendat hirundo Cycnis ? - Lucretius . A ...
... kind of writing . Te sequor , O nostræ gentis decus ! inque tuis nunc Fixa pedum pono pressis vestigia signis : Non ità certandi cupidus , quam propter amorem Quòd te imitari avco : Quid enim contendat hirundo Cycnis ? - Lucretius . A ...
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... kind . 9 Brightness . ! Nimbly . 2 Nor . THE NEW LYRE . TO A FRIEND . I I. In this blest season , pregnant with delight , Ne may the boading owl with screeches wound The solemn silence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with ...
... kind . 9 Brightness . ! Nimbly . 2 Nor . THE NEW LYRE . TO A FRIEND . I I. In this blest season , pregnant with delight , Ne may the boading owl with screeches wound The solemn silence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with ...
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... kind : " Alas ! " she cry'd , " What sudden change is this ? " ( Again she wept . ) " Say , can Ianthe prove the source of pain To Thomalin ? forbid it , gracious Heav'n ! " " No , beauteous innocence ! as soon the rose Shall poison ...
... kind : " Alas ! " she cry'd , " What sudden change is this ? " ( Again she wept . ) " Say , can Ianthe prove the source of pain To Thomalin ? forbid it , gracious Heav'n ! " " No , beauteous innocence ! as soon the rose Shall poison ...
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... Kind tumults seize My spirits , conscious of returning health , And dire disease abating from the cells And mazy haunts of life . The judging leech Approves the symptoms , and my hope allows . The hostile humours cease to bubble o'er ...
... Kind tumults seize My spirits , conscious of returning health , And dire disease abating from the cells And mazy haunts of life . The judging leech Approves the symptoms , and my hope allows . The hostile humours cease to bubble o'er ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ælla Alfwold Aristippus Bacchus bard beauty BIRTHA bless blest bliss bosom Botte breast breath Catcott CELMONDE charms Christ dear death delight divine drest e'er eternal ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fancy fire flame fools fyghte genius give glory grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Jupiter king knyghte kynge learned light Lord lyre mind Muse nature Nature's nete never numbers nymph o'er onne Ovid passions plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet pow'r praise pride rage rapture rhyme rise ROBERT DODSLEY round sacred scene sense shine sing smile soft song soul spirit Spleen spryte sweet taste tell Thanne thee theyre thie thine things thou thought thro tongue true truth Twas verse virtue Whilst wond'rous word wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth ytte
Passagens conhecidas
Página 141 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 141 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Página 536 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Página 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 288 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Página 141 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 587 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
Página 624 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Página 219 - Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.