The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... And War , though greatly rouz'd , Yet mourns his fetter'd hands . While thus the queen Of nations spoke ; and what she said the Muse Recorded , faithful , in unbidden verfe . VOL . II . B Ey m Ev'n not yon fail , that , from the sky.
... And War , though greatly rouz'd , Yet mourns his fetter'd hands . While thus the queen Of nations spoke ; and what she said the Muse Recorded , faithful , in unbidden verfe . VOL . II . B Ey m Ev'n not yon fail , that , from the sky.
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... hand fevere , and jealous eye . In intercourse be gentle , generous , just , By wifdom polish'd , and of manners fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable ftill ; let none escape , 170 175 Who fhall but aim to touch ...
... hand fevere , and jealous eye . In intercourse be gentle , generous , just , By wifdom polish'd , and of manners fair ; But on the fea be terrible , untam'd , Unconquerable ftill ; let none escape , 170 175 Who fhall but aim to touch ...
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... hand : And , unincumber'd with the bulk immense Of conqueft , whence huge empires rofe , and fell Self - crufh'd , extend your reign from fhore to fhore , Wheree'er the wind your high behests can blow ; And fix it deep on this eternal ...
... hand : And , unincumber'd with the bulk immense Of conqueft , whence huge empires rofe , and fell Self - crufh'd , extend your reign from fhore to fhore , Wheree'er the wind your high behests can blow ; And fix it deep on this eternal ...
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... 'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can boast . ૬ 30 15 20 Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand C VOL II . Led Led me anew o'er all the folemn scene , Still [ 17 ]
... 'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can boast . ૬ 30 15 20 Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand C VOL II . Led Led me anew o'er all the folemn scene , Still [ 17 ]
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... hand the cap , and rod , Whose flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her brow . Sublime of port : loofe o'er her shoulder flow'd Her fea - green robe ...
... hand the cap , and rod , Whose flave - enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak , And naval honours nodded on her brow . Sublime of port : loofe o'er her shoulder flow'd Her fea - green robe ...
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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!