The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volum 71804 |
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Side 19
... deep thirst in every breast ; Of bleffings too I have my store , Yet quarrel not , should heav'n give more ; Then prove the change to be expedient , And think me , Sir , your moft obedient . Here turning , as to one inferior , Our ...
... deep thirst in every breast ; Of bleffings too I have my store , Yet quarrel not , should heav'n give more ; Then prove the change to be expedient , And think me , Sir , your moft obedient . Here turning , as to one inferior , Our ...
Side 25
... deep , Like a fcepter , grafp'd in sleep , Dews , exhal'd from morning glades , Melting fnows , and gliding fhades . País the world , and what's behind ? ́- Virtue's gold , by fire refin'd ; From an universe deprav'd , From the wreck of ...
... deep , Like a fcepter , grafp'd in sleep , Dews , exhal'd from morning glades , Melting fnows , and gliding fhades . País the world , and what's behind ? ́- Virtue's gold , by fire refin'd ; From an universe deprav'd , From the wreck of ...
Side 35
... Deep let the image be impreft ! For love , like arm'd death , is strong , Rudely he drags his flaves along : If once to jealousy he turns , With never - dying rage he burns . F 2 DUET . Thou foft invader of the foul ! O MOORE'S 35 POEMS .
... Deep let the image be impreft ! For love , like arm'd death , is strong , Rudely he drags his flaves along : If once to jealousy he turns , With never - dying rage he burns . F 2 DUET . Thou foft invader of the foul ! O MOORE'S 35 POEMS .
Side 39
... deep ; The breathless whirlwinds flept in ev'ry cave , And the foft moon - beam danc'd from wave to wave ; Each former blifs in this bright mirror seen , With all my glories , dawn'd upon the scene , Recall'd the dear aufpicious bour ...
... deep ; The breathless whirlwinds flept in ev'ry cave , And the foft moon - beam danc'd from wave to wave ; Each former blifs in this bright mirror seen , With all my glories , dawn'd upon the scene , Recall'd the dear aufpicious bour ...
Side 53
... Deep as the murmurs of the falling floods , Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods : The lift'ning paffions hear , and fink , and rife , As the rich harmony or fwells or dies ; The pulfe of avarice forgets to move , A purer rapture ...
... Deep as the murmurs of the falling floods , Sweet as the warbles of the vocal woods : The lift'ning paffions hear , and fink , and rife , As the rich harmony or fwells or dies ; The pulfe of avarice forgets to move , A purer rapture ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 278 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Side 281 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
Side 60 - 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 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 278 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Side 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Side 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...