The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... marks th ' indented fhore , Relentless dafh'd , where loud the northern main Howls through the fractur'd Caledonian ifles . Such were the dawnings of my watery reign ; But fince how vaft it grew , how abfolute , Ev'n in thofe troubled ...
... marks th ' indented fhore , Relentless dafh'd , where loud the northern main Howls through the fractur'd Caledonian ifles . Such were the dawnings of my watery reign ; But fince how vaft it grew , how abfolute , Ev'n in thofe troubled ...
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... marks th ' indented fhore , Relentless dafh'd , where loud the northern main Howls through the fractur'd Caledonian ifles . Such were the dawnings of my watery reign ; But fince how vaft it grew , how abfolute , Ev'n in thofe troubled ...
... marks th ' indented fhore , Relentless dafh'd , where loud the northern main Howls through the fractur'd Caledonian ifles . Such were the dawnings of my watery reign ; But fince how vaft it grew , how abfolute , Ev'n in thofe troubled ...
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... happiness , arising from freedom , and a limited monarchy , fhe marks ; to ver . 391. An immediate Vision attends , and paints her words . Invocation . TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS FREDERICK , PRINCE OF WALES . The CONTENTS of PART I.
... happiness , arising from freedom , and a limited monarchy , fhe marks ; to ver . 391. An immediate Vision attends , and paints her words . Invocation . TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS FREDERICK , PRINCE OF WALES . The CONTENTS of PART I.
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... mark'd , And then , her fighs repreffing , thus began . 25 ૩૦ 35 Mine are these wonders , all thou fee'st is mine ; But , ah , how chang'd ; the falling poor remains Of what exalted once th ' Aufonian fhore . 40 Look back through time ...
... mark'd , And then , her fighs repreffing , thus began . 25 ૩૦ 35 Mine are these wonders , all thou fee'st is mine ; But , ah , how chang'd ; the falling poor remains Of what exalted once th ' Aufonian fhore . 40 Look back through time ...
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... Mark , as the purple triumph waves along , The highest pomp and lowest fall of life . Her feftive games , the fchool of heroes , fee ; Her Circus , ardent with contending youth ; Her ftreets , her temples , palaces , and baths , Full of ...
... Mark , as the purple triumph waves along , The highest pomp and lowest fall of life . Her feftive games , the fchool of heroes , fee ; Her Circus , ardent with contending youth ; Her ftreets , her temples , palaces , and baths , Full of ...
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The Works of the English Poets, Volum 49 James Thomson,Williams Collins Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1779 |
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Abra æther ANTISTROPHE beneath beſt blaſt bleft boaſt breaſt breathe Britiſh Britons charms chearful deep deferts Delia delight dreft eaſe eclogue Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fancy fcene fear fecret feems fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fighs filent fing firft firſt flame flaves focial foft fome fong fons footh foul fprings ftate ftill ftreams fuch funk fweet fwelling genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece heart heaven himſelf infpiring laft land laſt Liberty loft lov'd maid meaſure mind mix'd moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtrain ſweet temperate vale tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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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!