Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 sider |
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... pain Of that foul evil , which all men reprove , That rots the marrow , and consumes the brain : Such one was Lechery , the third of all this train . And greedy Avarice by him did ride , Upon a camel loaden all with gold ; Two iron ...
... pain Of that foul evil , which all men reprove , That rots the marrow , and consumes the brain : Such one was Lechery , the third of all this train . And greedy Avarice by him did ride , Upon a camel loaden all with gold ; Two iron ...
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... pain , Than serve his lady's love , and waste in pleasures The forlorn maid did with love's longing burn , And could ... painful toil , shall honour soonest find 36 SELECT BRITISH POETS .
... pain , Than serve his lady's love , and waste in pleasures The forlorn maid did with love's longing burn , And could ... painful toil , shall honour soonest find 36 SELECT BRITISH POETS .
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... pain ; Nor can the man that moulds in idle cell , Unto her happy mansion attain ; Before her gate high God did Sweat ordain , And wakeful Watches ever to abide : But easy is the way , and passage plain To pleasure's palace ; it may soon ...
... pain ; Nor can the man that moulds in idle cell , Unto her happy mansion attain ; Before her gate high God did Sweat ordain , And wakeful Watches ever to abide : But easy is the way , and passage plain To pleasure's palace ; it may soon ...
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... pains dost take , The flowers , the fields , and all that pleasant grows , How they themselves do thine ensample make ... pain , Seeking for danger and adventures vain ? What boots it all to have , and nothing use ? Who shall him rue ...
... pains dost take , The flowers , the fields , and all that pleasant grows , How they themselves do thine ensample make ... pain , Seeking for danger and adventures vain ? What boots it all to have , and nothing use ? Who shall him rue ...
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... Pain , And fast beside him sate tumultuous Strife : The one , in hand an iron whip did strain ; The other brandished a bloody knife , And both did gnash their teeth , and both did threaten On th ' other side , in one consort there sate ...
... Pain , And fast beside him sate tumultuous Strife : The one , in hand an iron whip did strain ; The other brandished a bloody knife , And both did gnash their teeth , and both did threaten On th ' other side , in one consort there sate ...
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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.