The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volum 581790 |
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Side 9
... various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made : * • Gay - motley'd pinks and fweet jonquils fhe chofe , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; * That these flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of ...
... various wreath of odorous flowers fhe made : * • Gay - motley'd pinks and fweet jonquils fhe chofe , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ; * That these flowers are found in very great abundance in fome of the provinces of ...
Side 46
... various in its works , decreed The perfect boaft of time should last fucceed . The beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tufcan fancy , and Athenian ftrength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And ev❜n a Shakespeare to her ...
... various in its works , decreed The perfect boaft of time should last fucceed . The beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tufcan fancy , and Athenian ftrength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And ev❜n a Shakespeare to her ...
Side 60
... fiery meteor , called by various names , fuch as Will with the Wifp , Jack with the Lanthorn ,. & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . Or , Or , if he meditate his wish'd escape , To 60 ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.
... fiery meteor , called by various names , fuch as Will with the Wifp , Jack with the Lanthorn ,. & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . Or , Or , if he meditate his wish'd escape , To 60 ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.
Side 96
... various ; and in these cir- cumftances of uniformity and variety , probably , lies the cause why blank verfe has been fuccessful in the one , and unacceptable in the other . While it presented it- felf only in one form , it was ...
... various ; and in these cir- cumftances of uniformity and variety , probably , lies the cause why blank verfe has been fuccessful in the one , and unacceptable in the other . While it presented it- felf only in one form , it was ...
Side 109
... various dues , Come , and aid thy fifter Mufe ; Now , while Phoebus riding high , Gives luftre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my fong , Draw the landskip bright and strong ; Grongar , in whofe moffy cells , Sweetly mufing ...
... various dues , Come , and aid thy fifter Mufe ; Now , while Phoebus riding high , Gives luftre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my fong , Draw the landskip bright and strong ; Grongar , in whofe moffy cells , Sweetly mufing ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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.