The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 12J. Johnson, 1810 - 640 стор. |
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... fields , And reap what bounteous Nature yields , Unmov'd , the merchant's wealth behold , Nor hazard happiness for gold ; Untempted by whole worlds of gain To stem the billows of the main . The merchant , when the storm invades , Envies ...
... fields , And reap what bounteous Nature yields , Unmov'd , the merchant's wealth behold , Nor hazard happiness for gold ; Untempted by whole worlds of gain To stem the billows of the main . The merchant , when the storm invades , Envies ...
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... field : With delegated wrath thus Marlborough glows , In vengeance rushing on his country's focs . See ! round the ... fields and floods beneath , Glare formidably bright , and shine with death ; In fiery storms descends a murderous ...
... field : With delegated wrath thus Marlborough glows , In vengeance rushing on his country's focs . See ! round the ... fields and floods beneath , Glare formidably bright , and shine with death ; In fiery storms descends a murderous ...
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... fields ; Nor let the loaded table groan beneath Slain animals , the horrid feast of Death : With age unknown to pain or sorrow blest , To the dark grave retiring as to rest ; While gently with one sigh this mortal frame Dissolving turus ...
... fields ; Nor let the loaded table groan beneath Slain animals , the horrid feast of Death : With age unknown to pain or sorrow blest , To the dark grave retiring as to rest ; While gently with one sigh this mortal frame Dissolving turus ...
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... fields , the shady woods , Are cloth'd with green , or swell with buds : Then haste thy beauties to disclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely Rose ! Thou , beauteous flower , a welcome guest , Shalt flourish on the fair - one's breast ...
... fields , the shady woods , Are cloth'd with green , or swell with buds : Then haste thy beauties to disclose , Queen of fragrance , lovely Rose ! Thou , beauteous flower , a welcome guest , Shalt flourish on the fair - one's breast ...
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... field of Death , as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; His plume nods horrible , his ... fields To Troy he turns his eyes , and round beholds A thousand fires blaze dreadful ; through his ears Passes the ...
... field of Death , as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; His plume nods horrible , his ... fields To Troy he turns his eyes , and round beholds A thousand fires blaze dreadful ; through his ears Passes the ...
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Сторінка 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Сторінка 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
Сторінка 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
Сторінка 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
Сторінка 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
Сторінка 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Сторінка 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Сторінка 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
Сторінка 219 - As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Сторінка 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.
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