The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollet, HamiltonSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... hand Uprear a cross , the cross with blood bedight ' : Ten thousand angels , flutt'ring in a band , Admir'd the mystic sign but cou'd not understand . Now dulcet symphonies , and voices meet , Mellifluous stole upon the shepherd's ear ...
... hand Uprear a cross , the cross with blood bedight ' : Ten thousand angels , flutt'ring in a band , Admir'd the mystic sign but cou'd not understand . Now dulcet symphonies , and voices meet , Mellifluous stole upon the shepherd's ear ...
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... hand : a mitre for his head , Curious aumail'd with imitated grapes , Of blushing rubies form'd : the pall of lawn , Flower'd with the conquests of the purple god : The cista , silver ; and the cymbals , gold : The temple opens to the ...
... hand : a mitre for his head , Curious aumail'd with imitated grapes , Of blushing rubies form'd : the pall of lawn , Flower'd with the conquests of the purple god : The cista , silver ; and the cymbals , gold : The temple opens to the ...
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... hand the cruel maid A sacrifice be offer'd up : or one , Free , uncompell'd , embrace the destin'd steel , Devoted in her stead ; and bleed for her . So you'll appease the god ; the plague be stay'd . " They said . Staring affright ...
... hand the cruel maid A sacrifice be offer'd up : or one , Free , uncompell'd , embrace the destin'd steel , Devoted in her stead ; and bleed for her . So you'll appease the god ; the plague be stay'd . " They said . Staring affright ...
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... hands ; Like Ilium built ; by hands no less divine ! Attention , rouse thyself ! the master's hand , ( The master of our souls ! ) has chang'd the key , And bids the thunder of the battle roar Tumultuous 8. Homer , Homer is our own ...
... hands ; Like Ilium built ; by hands no less divine ! Attention , rouse thyself ! the master's hand , ( The master of our souls ! ) has chang'd the key , And bids the thunder of the battle roar Tumultuous 8. Homer , Homer is our own ...
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... hand Refuse to charm : in vain I sue , The strings are mute to my demand- 1 broke the old , and form'd a new . " Christ ! " I began : the sacred lyre Responsive swell'd with notes divine , And warm'd me with seraphic - fire : Sweet ...
... hand Refuse to charm : in vain I sue , The strings are mute to my demand- 1 broke the old , and form'd a new . " Christ ! " I began : the sacred lyre Responsive swell'd with notes divine , And warm'd me with seraphic - fire : Sweet ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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Populære avsnitt
Side 140 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 218 - We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts : knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation.
Side 51 - Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
Side 48 - Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
Side 141 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 63 - And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones, (With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown,) That tell in homely phrase who lie below. Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks he hears, The sound of something purring at his heels; Full fast he flies, and dares not look behind him, Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows; Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-opened grave; and (strange to...
Side 140 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
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.
Side 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
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...