The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... fair Makes the soul's beauty her peculiar care . O , be your nuptials crown'd with glad increase Of sons , in war renown'd , and great in peace ; Of daughters , fair and faithful , to supply The patriot - race , till Nature's self shall ...
... fair Makes the soul's beauty her peculiar care . O , be your nuptials crown'd with glad increase Of sons , in war renown'd , and great in peace ; Of daughters , fair and faithful , to supply The patriot - race , till Nature's self shall ...
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... fair at sixty - four , Unfit to love , unable to give o'er ; A flesh - fly , that just flutters on the wing , Awake to buz , but not alive to sting ; Brisk where he cannot , backward where he can ; The teazing ghost of the departed man ...
... fair at sixty - four , Unfit to love , unable to give o'er ; A flesh - fly , that just flutters on the wing , Awake to buz , but not alive to sting ; Brisk where he cannot , backward where he can ; The teazing ghost of the departed man ...
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... fair , May yet be seen . Around , o'er sea and shore , He roll'd his ardent eye ; but nought around On land or wave within his ken appears , Nor skiff , nor floating corse , on which to shed The last sad tear , and lay the covering ...
... fair , May yet be seen . Around , o'er sea and shore , He roll'd his ardent eye ; but nought around On land or wave within his ken appears , Nor skiff , nor floating corse , on which to shed The last sad tear , and lay the covering ...
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... fair ; More , by the meaning soul that shines Through all her charms , and all refines . Born to command , yet turn'd to please , Her form is dignity , with ease ; Then - such a hand , and such an arm , As age or impotence might warm ...
... fair ; More , by the meaning soul that shines Through all her charms , and all refines . Born to command , yet turn'd to please , Her form is dignity , with ease ; Then - such a hand , and such an arm , As age or impotence might warm ...
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... fair lady's charms . The war pretended Helen's eyes 3 ; But this , believe it , was the prize . This rous'd Achilles ' mortal ire , This strung his Homer's epic lyre ; Gave to the world La Mancha's knight , And still makes bulls and ...
... fair lady's charms . The war pretended Helen's eyes 3 ; But this , believe it , was the prize . This rous'd Achilles ' mortal ire , This strung his Homer's epic lyre ; Gave to the world La Mancha's knight , And still makes bulls and ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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Сторінка 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Сторінка 146 - 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 148 - 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 Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Сторінка 146 - 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 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Сторінка 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Сторінка 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Сторінка 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Сторінка 151 - 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 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...