Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 sider |
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... eternal brood . " Wherefore if me thou deign to serve and sue , At thy command lo all these mountains be ; Or if to thy great mind , or greedy view , All these may not suffice , there shall to thee Ten times so much be numbered frank ...
... eternal brood . " Wherefore if me thou deign to serve and sue , At thy command lo all these mountains be ; Or if to thy great mind , or greedy view , All these may not suffice , there shall to thee Ten times so much be numbered frank ...
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... eternal skill , Bade her from womankind to keep him well : For of a woman he should have much ill ; Eftsoons both flowers and garlands far away She flung , and her fair dewy locks yrent , To sorrow huge she turn'd her former play , And ...
... eternal skill , Bade her from womankind to keep him well : For of a woman he should have much ill ; Eftsoons both flowers and garlands far away She flung , and her fair dewy locks yrent , To sorrow huge she turn'd her former play , And ...
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... eternal thrall . Eternal thraldom was to her more lief , Than loss of chastity , or change of love : Die had she rather in tormenting grief , Than any should of falseness her reprove , Or looseness , that she lightly did remove . Most ...
... eternal thrall . Eternal thraldom was to her more lief , Than loss of chastity , or change of love : Die had she rather in tormenting grief , Than any should of falseness her reprove , Or looseness , that she lightly did remove . Most ...
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... eternal night , Had death's own image figur'd in her face , Full of sad signs , fearful to living sight ; Yet in that Horror shew'd a seemly grace , And with her feeble feet did move a comely pace . Her breast all naked , as neat ivory ...
... eternal night , Had death's own image figur'd in her face , Full of sad signs , fearful to living sight ; Yet in that Horror shew'd a seemly grace , And with her feeble feet did move a comely pace . Her breast all naked , as neat ivory ...
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... eternal token To all , mongst whom this story should be spoken , How worthily , by heaven's high decree , Justice that day of wrong herself had wroken ; That all men which that spectacle did see , By like example might for ever warned ...
... eternal token To all , mongst whom this story should be spoken , How worthily , by heaven's high decree , Justice that day of wrong herself had wroken ; That all men which that spectacle did see , By like example might for ever warned ...
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Side 134 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Side 95 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Side 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Side 79 - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Side 476 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 455 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 97 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Side 151 - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Side 214 - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Side 111 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.