The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... sweet enforcer of the poet's strain , fon , Thine was the meaning mufic of the heart . Not the vain trill , that , void of paffion , runs In giddy mazes , tickling idle ears ; 265 270 275 280 285 But that deep - fearching voice , and ...
... sweet enforcer of the poet's strain , fon , Thine was the meaning mufic of the heart . Not the vain trill , that , void of paffion , runs In giddy mazes , tickling idle ears ; 265 270 275 280 285 But that deep - fearching voice , and ...
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... heroic ardor warms ; And sweet fubfiding to a native smile , 170 Mixt with the joy elating conqueft gives , A scatter'd frown exalts his matchless air . On On Flora mov'd ; her full - proportion'd limbs Rife 86 THOMSON'S POEM S.
... heroic ardor warms ; And sweet fubfiding to a native smile , 170 Mixt with the joy elating conqueft gives , A scatter'd frown exalts his matchless air . On On Flora mov'd ; her full - proportion'd limbs Rife 86 THOMSON'S POEM S.
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... sweet contempt of death , My ftreaming flag . Ev'n adverse navies bless'd the binding gale , Kept down the glad acclaim , and filent joy'd . Arriv'd , the pomp , and not the waste of arms His progrefs mark'd . The faint oppofing hoft ...
... sweet contempt of death , My ftreaming flag . Ev'n adverse navies bless'd the binding gale , Kept down the glad acclaim , and filent joy'd . Arriv'd , the pomp , and not the waste of arms His progrefs mark'd . The faint oppofing hoft ...
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... Sweet - featur'd Peace attending ; fearlefs Truth ; Firm Refolution ; Goodnefs , bleffing all That can rejoice ; Contentment , fureft friend ; 125 135 And , ftill fresh ftores from nature's book deriv'd , 140 Philofophy , companion ever ...
... Sweet - featur'd Peace attending ; fearlefs Truth ; Firm Refolution ; Goodnefs , bleffing all That can rejoice ; Contentment , fureft friend ; 125 135 And , ftill fresh ftores from nature's book deriv'd , 140 Philofophy , companion ever ...
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... sweet with infant joy , From famine fav'd , or cruel - handed shame , And that wheré valour counts his noble scars ; The land where social pleasure loves to dwell , Of the fierce demon , Gothic duel , freed ; The robber from his ...
... sweet with infant joy , From famine fav'd , or cruel - handed shame , And that wheré valour counts his noble scars ; The land where social pleasure loves to dwell , Of the fierce demon , Gothic duel , freed ; The robber from his ...
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The Works of the English Poets, Volum 49 James Thomson,Williams Collins Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1779 |
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Side 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Side 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Side 280 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Side 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Side 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Side 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Side 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!