The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 14J. Johnson, 1810 - 586 sider |
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... bear downward on the central deep , Immeasurable source , whence Occan fills His numerous seas , and pours them round the globe . The liquid orb , through all its dark expanse , In dire commotion boils , and , bursting way Up through th ...
... bear downward on the central deep , Immeasurable source , whence Occan fills His numerous seas , and pours them round the globe . The liquid orb , through all its dark expanse , In dire commotion boils , and , bursting way Up through th ...
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... bear refreshful moisture on To field and mead ; her straw - roof'd temple rude , Where Piety , not Pride , adoring kneels , Lay full in view . From scene to scene around Aurelius gaz'd ; and , sighing , thus began . " Not we alone ...
... bear refreshful moisture on To field and mead ; her straw - roof'd temple rude , Where Piety , not Pride , adoring kneels , Lay full in view . From scene to scene around Aurelius gaz'd ; and , sighing , thus began . " Not we alone ...
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... bear no price : Nay , we should quickly bid defiance To their demonstrated alliance . " Next , kingdoms are compos'd , we know , Of individuals , Jack and Joe . Now these , our sovereign lords , the rabble , For ever prone to growl and ...
... bear no price : Nay , we should quickly bid defiance To their demonstrated alliance . " Next , kingdoms are compos'd , we know , Of individuals , Jack and Joe . Now these , our sovereign lords , the rabble , For ever prone to growl and ...
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... bear then , unreprov'd , Thy smiling treasures to the green recess Where young Dione stays . With sweetest airs Entice her forth to lend her angel - form For Beauty's honour'd image . Hither turn Thy graceful footsteps ; hither , gentle ...
... bear then , unreprov'd , Thy smiling treasures to the green recess Where young Dione stays . With sweetest airs Entice her forth to lend her angel - form For Beauty's honour'd image . Hither turn Thy graceful footsteps ; hither , gentle ...
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... bear me boldly on , Where'er the will divine my path ordains Through toil or peril : only do not thou Forsake me ; O be thou for ever near , That I may listen to thy sacred voice , 611 And guide by thy decrees my constant feet . 620 But ...
... bear me boldly on , Where'er the will divine my path ordains Through toil or peril : only do not thou Forsake me ; O be thou for ever near , That I may listen to thy sacred voice , 611 And guide by thy decrees my constant feet . 620 But ...
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Side 144 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 143 - 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 147 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
Side 145 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Side 147 - 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 grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Side 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Side 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.