The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 15Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... Spring begins her smiling round IV . On the new Year ...... V. On the Battle of Gladsmuir SONGS . 627 ... 628 ib . .......... 629 Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain ........ Ah , the shepherd's mournful fate Adieu , ye ...
... Spring begins her smiling round IV . On the new Year ...... V. On the Battle of Gladsmuir SONGS . 627 ... 628 ib . .......... 629 Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain ........ Ah , the shepherd's mournful fate Adieu , ye ...
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... spring Of uncreated and primeval light ! Beauty the first best work of God , Spoke into being in his high abode , And next his own eternal essence bright ! AIR IV . With Beauty Music join , The breath of Heav'n To mortals given To swell ...
... spring Of uncreated and primeval light ! Beauty the first best work of God , Spoke into being in his high abode , And next his own eternal essence bright ! AIR IV . With Beauty Music join , The breath of Heav'n To mortals given To swell ...
Side 17
... Spring away is flown , The silver - tressed Summer's gone , And golden Autumn ; nought remains But Winter with his iron chains . The feather - footed Hours that fly Say , " Human life thus passes by . " What shall the wise , the prudent ...
... Spring away is flown , The silver - tressed Summer's gone , And golden Autumn ; nought remains But Winter with his iron chains . The feather - footed Hours that fly Say , " Human life thus passes by . " What shall the wise , the prudent ...
Side 18
... SPRING ; A TRANSLATION OF ODE VERNALIS . By the Reverend Mr. Tattersal , late Fellow of Trinity College , Cambridge . CARE flies the raptures of the bowl , ' T is jolly Bacchus fills my soul ; I feel within the genial fire , And from ...
... SPRING ; A TRANSLATION OF ODE VERNALIS . By the Reverend Mr. Tattersal , late Fellow of Trinity College , Cambridge . CARE flies the raptures of the bowl , ' T is jolly Bacchus fills my soul ; I feel within the genial fire , And from ...
Side 19
... spring hight , Heav'n's everlasting Near him a goodly pers'nage mildly shone , With looks of love , and shedding peace and joy : Her looks were love , soft streaming from the throne Of Grace , and sweetly melted on the boy : Her tongue ...
... spring hight , Heav'n's everlasting Near him a goodly pers'nage mildly shone , With looks of love , and shedding peace and joy : Her looks were love , soft streaming from the throne Of Grace , and sweetly melted on the boy : Her tongue ...
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Side 141 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 141 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Side 536 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Side 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 288 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Side 141 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Side 587 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
Side 624 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Side 219 - Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.