The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... moral science , and in graceful arts . Hence , as for glory peacefully they strove , The prize grew greater , and the prize of all . conteft brighten'd , hence the radiant youth every beam ; by generous pride inflam'd , : 160 165 170 ...
... moral science , and in graceful arts . Hence , as for glory peacefully they strove , The prize grew greater , and the prize of all . conteft brighten'd , hence the radiant youth every beam ; by generous pride inflam'd , : 160 165 170 ...
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... art , His fimple question stole : as into truth , And ferious deeds , he fmil'd the laughing race ; 230 Taught moral happy life , whate'er can bless , Or 235 Or grace mankind ; and what he taught he 42 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... art , His fimple question stole : as into truth , And ferious deeds , he fmil'd the laughing race ; 230 Taught moral happy life , whate'er can bless , Or 235 Or grace mankind ; and what he taught he 42 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... moral scene , thy chief delight ! Where idle Fancy durft not mix her voice , When Reafon fpoke auguft ; the fervent heart Or plain'd , or storm'd ; and in th ' impaffion'd man , Concealing art with art , the poet funk . This potent ...
... moral scene , thy chief delight ! Where idle Fancy durft not mix her voice , When Reafon fpoke auguft ; the fervent heart Or plain'd , or storm'd ; and in th ' impaffion'd man , Concealing art with art , the poet funk . This potent ...
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... moral beauty to the ravish'd eye . There , as th ' imagin'd prefence of the God , Arous'd the mind , or vacant hours induc'd Calm contemplation , or affembled youth Burn'd in ambitious circle round the fage , 325 330 335 340 345 The ...
... moral beauty to the ravish'd eye . There , as th ' imagin'd prefence of the God , Arous'd the mind , or vacant hours induc'd Calm contemplation , or affembled youth Burn'd in ambitious circle round the fage , 325 330 335 340 345 The ...
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... fun of beings ! beaming unconfin'd Light , life , and love , and ever - active power : Whom nought can image , and who best approves 40 45 50 The The filent worship of the moral heart , That joys 58 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... fun of beings ! beaming unconfin'd Light , life , and love , and ever - active power : Whom nought can image , and who best approves 40 45 50 The The filent worship of the moral heart , That joys 58 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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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!