The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 стор. |
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... pains of clothing it with the flesh and blood of his own powerful diction . In May of the same year appeared his noble imita- tion of Juvenal , " London , " which at once made him famous . After it had been rejected by several ...
... pains of clothing it with the flesh and blood of his own powerful diction . In May of the same year appeared his noble imita- tion of Juvenal , " London , " which at once made him famous . After it had been rejected by several ...
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... pain , and that his spirits were often so depressed , that he was more than once seen on his knees , praying God to pre- serve his understanding . A great calamity now visited his household . This was the death of his wife . She expired ...
... pain , and that his spirits were often so depressed , that he was more than once seen on his knees , praying God to pre- serve his understanding . A great calamity now visited his household . This was the death of his wife . She expired ...
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... pain , but I fear death . " He fixed all his dying hope upon the Cross , and recommended Clarke's Sermons as fullest on the doctrine of a Propitiation . He spoke of the Bible and of the Sabbath with the warmest feel- ings of belief and ...
... pain , but I fear death . " He fixed all his dying hope upon the Cross , and recommended Clarke's Sermons as fullest on the doctrine of a Propitiation . He spoke of the Bible and of the Sabbath with the warmest feel- ings of belief and ...
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... pain relief , One shows the plunder , and one hides the thief . Yet still one general cry the sky assails , And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales ; Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care , The insidious rival , and the ...
... pain relief , One shows the plunder , and one hides the thief . Yet still one general cry the sky assails , And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales ; Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care , The insidious rival , and the ...
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... pain ; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the field ; Behold surrounding kings their powers combine , And one capitulate , and one resign ; 190 200 Peace courts his hand , but spreads her charms ...
... pain ; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the field ; Behold surrounding kings their powers combine , And one capitulate , and one resign ; 190 200 Peace courts his hand , but spreads her charms ...
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Сторінка 159 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 166 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Сторінка 162 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Сторінка 178 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 167 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Сторінка 205 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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.
Сторінка 205 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) 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.
Сторінка 204 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — 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...
Сторінка 163 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Сторінка 167 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.