The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volum 581790 |
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Side 38
... hence to thoughtful cell , As Fancy breathes her potent fpell , Not vain fhe finds the charmful task , In pageant quaint , in motley mask , Behold , before her mufing eyes , The countless Manners round her rife ; While , ever varying as ...
... hence to thoughtful cell , As Fancy breathes her potent fpell , Not vain fhe finds the charmful task , In pageant quaint , in motley mask , Behold , before her mufing eyes , The countless Manners round her rife ; While , ever varying as ...
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... Hence , at each found , imagination glows ! Hence , at each picture , vivid life starts here ! Hence his warm lay with fofteft fweetness flows ! Melting it flows , pure , murmuring , strong and clear , And fills th ' impassion'd heart ...
... Hence , at each found , imagination glows ! Hence , at each picture , vivid life starts here ! Hence his warm lay with fofteft fweetness flows ! Melting it flows , pure , murmuring , strong and clear , And fills th ' impassion'd heart ...
Side 111
... hence afcending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain - heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks , And glitters on the broken rocks ! Below me trees unnumber'd rise , Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine , the ...
... hence afcending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain - heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks , And glitters on the broken rocks ! Below me trees unnumber'd rise , Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine , the ...
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... Hence over airy plains , by crystal founts , That weave their glittering waves with tuneful lapfe , Among the fleeky pebbles , agate clear , Cerulean ophite , and the flowery vein . Of orient jafper , pleas'd I move along , I 3 And And ...
... Hence over airy plains , by crystal founts , That weave their glittering waves with tuneful lapfe , Among the fleeky pebbles , agate clear , Cerulean ophite , and the flowery vein . Of orient jafper , pleas'd I move along , I 3 And And ...
Side 126
... hence , Nigh where the Ceftian pyramid divides * The mouldering wall , beyond yon fabrick huge , Whofe duft the folemn antiquarian turns , And thence , in broken sculptures caft abroad , Like Sibyl's leaves , collects the builder's name ...
... hence , Nigh where the Ceftian pyramid divides * The mouldering wall , beyond yon fabrick huge , Whofe duft the folemn antiquarian turns , And thence , in broken sculptures caft abroad , Like Sibyl's leaves , collects the builder's name ...
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AARON HILL Ægyptus æther ancient ariſe beauteous behold beneath bleft boaſt breathe charm chearful clime coaft courſe CYMBELINE deep delight deſcription diftant dreft duft eaſe eclogue erft ev'n facred fair Falernum fame fcene feek fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fide filent firſt fleece flocks flowers foft folemn fome fong fons ftill ftores ftrain fubject fuch fwains fweet fwell Gaul green GRONGAR HILL groves hand heart hills ifle induſtry iſle lofty loom lov'd maid meaſure moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe numbers nymphs o'er paffions paftures plains pleaſure poet proud raiſe realms rife riſe rocks ruins ſcene ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhe ſheep ſhore ſkill ſky ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtream ſtreets ſtrong ſwain ſweet thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil trade uſe vale vallies verſe virtue wave wealth whofe whoſe wild wind wiſhes woods wool youth
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Side 24 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 98 - 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 35 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 41 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Side 87 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Side 76 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Side 114 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
Side 112 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Side 111 - Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, ' The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, queen of love...
Side 56 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.