The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 15J. Johnson, 1810 - 550 sider |
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... pain.- Ye soft , ye rosy hours of love , Return - return again . " Ah no . - Let blackness shade the night , When first he breath'd his vows : The scene of pleasure then - but , ah ! The source of all my woes . " How cou'd I think so ...
... pain.- Ye soft , ye rosy hours of love , Return - return again . " Ah no . - Let blackness shade the night , When first he breath'd his vows : The scene of pleasure then - but , ah ! The source of all my woes . " How cou'd I think so ...
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... pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath , Sink from her arms into the arms of Death ! Then rise , ( so ...
... pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath , Sink from her arms into the arms of Death ! Then rise , ( so ...
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... pain , By Pæan taught , may try , but try in vain . Not Metcalf's ' skill , tho ' known to fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A ...
... pain , By Pæan taught , may try , but try in vain . Not Metcalf's ' skill , tho ' known to fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A ...
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... pain , Tho ' friendship us'd to warm my soul ; Wine's generous spirit flames in vain , I find no cordial in the bowl . If such the mournful moments prove , O who wou'd give his heart to love ! Tho ' Nature's volume open lies , Which ...
... pain , Tho ' friendship us'd to warm my soul ; Wine's generous spirit flames in vain , I find no cordial in the bowl . If such the mournful moments prove , O who wou'd give his heart to love ! Tho ' Nature's volume open lies , Which ...
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... pain . The drowsy elements , arous'd by thee , Roll to harmonious measures , active all ! Earth , water , air , and fire , with feeling glee , Exult to celebrate thy festival . Fire glows intenser ; softer , blows the air ; More smooth ...
... pain . The drowsy elements , arous'd by thee , Roll to harmonious measures , active all ! Earth , water , air , and fire , with feeling glee , Exult to celebrate thy festival . Fire glows intenser ; softer , blows the air ; More smooth ...
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Side 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. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Side 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...
Side 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
Side 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Side 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
Side 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Side 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...
Side 141 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — 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...
Side 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Side 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.