The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 6

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J. & A. Arch, 1795
 

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Side 168 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Side 264 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Side 147 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
Side 106 - These gross, half-animated lumps I leave; Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive. But if they think at all, 'tis sure no higher Than matter, put in motion, may aspire: Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay; So drossy, so divisible are...
Side 41 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 233 - Lycurgus came, the surly king of Thrace ; Black was his beard, and manly was his face: The balls of his broad eyes...
Side 133 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Side 215 - I have presumed farther in some places, and added somewhat of my own where I thought my author was deficient, and had not given his thoughts their true lustre, for want of words in the beginning of our language.
Side 176 - MARS. Inspire the vocal brass, inspire ; The world is past its infant age : Arms and honour, Arms and honour, Set the martial mind on fire, And kindle manly rage. Mars has look'd the sky to red ; And Peace, the lazy good, is fled.

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