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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... Poison'd , ill fare ! dead , and forsook , cast off , And none of you will bid the Winter come , To thrust his icy fingers in my maw : Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Through my burn'd bosom : nor entreat the North To make ...
... Poison'd , ill fare ! dead , and forsook , cast off , And none of you will bid the Winter come , To thrust his icy fingers in my maw : Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course Through my burn'd bosom : nor entreat the North To make ...
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... poison'd gobblet ! fly the beauteous bane : The adder's tooth , the tiger's hungry fang , Are harmless to her smiles ; her smiles are death . Beneath the foamy lustre of the bowl , Which sparkles men to madness , lurks a snake Of mortal ...
... poison'd gobblet ! fly the beauteous bane : The adder's tooth , the tiger's hungry fang , Are harmless to her smiles ; her smiles are death . Beneath the foamy lustre of the bowl , Which sparkles men to madness , lurks a snake Of mortal ...
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... poison'd dart of Death . No gentle strains relieve my ears : But hark ! the passing - toll , In a long , sadly - solemn knell , Alarms anew my soul . No lovely prospect meets my eye , But melancholy fear , Attended with the hollow pomp ...
... poison'd dart of Death . No gentle strains relieve my ears : But hark ! the passing - toll , In a long , sadly - solemn knell , Alarms anew my soul . No lovely prospect meets my eye , But melancholy fear , Attended with the hollow pomp ...
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... poison'd bowl . What eyes had stream'd at all the whining woe ! What hands had thunder'd at each Hah , and Oh ! But peace ! the gentle prologue custom sends , Like drum and serjeant , to beat up for friends . At vice and folly , each a ...
... poison'd bowl . What eyes had stream'd at all the whining woe ! What hands had thunder'd at each Hah , and Oh ! But peace ! the gentle prologue custom sends , Like drum and serjeant , to beat up for friends . At vice and folly , each a ...
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... poison'd charms O'er thy strong passions hold a glorious reign , Fly love's soft lap , break pleasure's silken chain And when , with efforts strong , all foes o'erthrow A league's great conqueror , and what's more you own , When , with ...
... poison'd charms O'er thy strong passions hold a glorious reign , Fly love's soft lap , break pleasure's silken chain And when , with efforts strong , all foes o'erthrow A league's great conqueror , and what's more you own , When , with ...
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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.