The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 стор. |
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... Passion storm'd the breast . Then Jonson came , instructed from the school , To please in method , and invent by rule ; His studious patience and laborious art , By regular approach essay'd the heart : Cold Approbation gave the ...
... Passion storm'd the breast . Then Jonson came , instructed from the school , To please in method , and invent by rule ; His studious patience and laborious art , By regular approach essay'd the heart : Cold Approbation gave the ...
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... Passion slept ; Yet still did Virtue deign the stage to tread , Philosophy remain'd though Nature fled . But forced , at length , her ancient reign to quit , She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of Wit ; Exulting Folly hail'd the joyous ...
... Passion slept ; Yet still did Virtue deign the stage to tread , Philosophy remain'd though Nature fled . But forced , at length , her ancient reign to quit , She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of Wit ; Exulting Folly hail'd the joyous ...
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... passion's well accorded strife , Gives all the harmony of life : Thy pictures shall thy conduct frame , Consistent still , though not the same ; Thy music teach the nobler art , To tune the regulated heart . 30 3 . EVENING : AN ODE . TO ...
... passion's well accorded strife , Gives all the harmony of life : Thy pictures shall thy conduct frame , Consistent still , though not the same ; Thy music teach the nobler art , To tune the regulated heart . 30 3 . EVENING : AN ODE . TO ...
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... he ran to catch the falling star ; But so surprised , as none but he can tell , Who loved so quickly , and who loved so well . G 125 130 140 150 · O'er all his veins the wandering passion burns , POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 97.
... he ran to catch the falling star ; But so surprised , as none but he can tell , Who loved so quickly , and who loved so well . G 125 130 140 150 · O'er all his veins the wandering passion burns , POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 97.
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Samuel Johnson George Gilfillan. · O'er all his veins the wandering passion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or swears that Venus must be such as hers . She , proud to rule ...
Samuel Johnson George Gilfillan. · O'er all his veins the wandering passion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or swears that Venus must be such as hers . She , proud to rule ...
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Сторінка 201 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 158 - 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 175 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Сторінка 30 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Сторінка 161 - 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 177 - 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 200 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Сторінка 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Сторінка 165 - 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.
Сторінка 202 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...