The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollet, HamiltonSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... POEM . AN EPISTLE . WARM'D with thy verse , which Liberty inspires , Which Nature forms.and sacred Reason fires , I pour a tributary lay . Receive The honest praise a friend may dare to give . Most of our poets choose their early theme ...
... POEM . AN EPISTLE . WARM'D with thy verse , which Liberty inspires , Which Nature forms.and sacred Reason fires , I pour a tributary lay . Receive The honest praise a friend may dare to give . Most of our poets choose their early theme ...
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... Poets shall wonder at my love , Painters shall crowd her face to see , And when they wou'd the passions move , Shall copy her , and think of me . If such the rapt'rous moments prove , O let me give my heart to love . Old age shall burn ...
... Poets shall wonder at my love , Painters shall crowd her face to see , And when they wou'd the passions move , Shall copy her , and think of me . If such the rapt'rous moments prove , O let me give my heart to love . Old age shall burn ...
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... poets would describe a lip or eye , They'll look on thee and lay their Ovids by . I see a love - sick youth , with passion fir'd , Hang on thy charms , and gaze to be inspir'd . With asking eyes explain his silent woes , Glow as he ...
... poets would describe a lip or eye , They'll look on thee and lay their Ovids by . I see a love - sick youth , with passion fir'd , Hang on thy charms , and gaze to be inspir'd . With asking eyes explain his silent woes , Glow as he ...
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... poetic world It rules and sheds its influence , for joy Shouted , and bless'd the birth : the sacred choir Of poets , born in elder , better times , Enraptur'd , catch'd the elevating sound , Just , as the Stagyrite ; as Horace , free ...
... poetic world It rules and sheds its influence , for joy Shouted , and bless'd the birth : the sacred choir Of poets , born in elder , better times , Enraptur'd , catch'd the elevating sound , Just , as the Stagyrite ; as Horace , free ...
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... poets have always used it from Chaucer down to Fairfax , and even long after him . I followed Fletcher's measure in his Purple Island ; a poem printed at Cambridge in twelve cantos , in quarto , scarce heard of in this age , yet the ...
... poets have always used it from Chaucer down to Fairfax , and even long after him . I followed Fletcher's measure in his Purple Island ; a poem printed at Cambridge in twelve cantos , in quarto , scarce heard of in this age , yet the ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Acrisius Ælla Alfwold Aspasio bard beauties birth BIRTHA bless blest bliss Botte breast Catcott CELMONDE charms Christ Christian church confest death divine drest Earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fire flame fyghte genius give glory God's grace happy head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour human Ianthe Jesus Jews kind king knyghte kynge learned light live Lord lyre mind Muse nature Nature's nete never numbers nymph o'er onne plain pleas'd poem poet pow'r praise pray pray'r pride reason rhyme rise round sacred Saviour scene scripture sense shine sight sing smile song soul spirit Spleen spryte sure sweet Thanne thee theyre thie thing thou thought thro tongue true truth Twas verse virtue word wrath wyfe wylle wyllowe wythe ynne ytte
Passagens conhecidas
Página 140 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 218 - We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts : knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation.
Página 51 - Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
Página 48 - Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
Página 141 - 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 63 - And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones, (With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown,) That tell in homely phrase who lie below. Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks he hears, The sound of something purring at his heels; Full fast he flies, and dares not look behind him, Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows; Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-opened grave; and (strange to...
Página 140 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
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.
Página 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
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...