The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... O'er her gray roofs , with baneful ivy bound , Time , sure destroyer , walks his hostile round : Silent , and slow , and ceaseless in his toil , He mines each wall , he moulders every pile ! Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place ...
... O'er her gray roofs , with baneful ivy bound , Time , sure destroyer , walks his hostile round : Silent , and slow , and ceaseless in his toil , He mines each wall , he moulders every pile ! Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place ...
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... 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 . ON I. H. , ES2 . THE youth had wit himself , and ...
... 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 . ON I. H. , ES2 . THE youth had wit himself , and ...
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... O'er Earth's extended space : and thence , on high , Spread to superior worlds thy bolder flight , Excursive , unconfin'd . Hence from the haunts Of vice and folly , vanity and man— To yon expanse of plains , where Truth delights ...
... O'er Earth's extended space : and thence , on high , Spread to superior worlds thy bolder flight , Excursive , unconfin'd . Hence from the haunts Of vice and folly , vanity and man— To yon expanse of plains , where Truth delights ...
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... o'er the blue immense , burns out With fierce effulgence . Now th ' embowering maze Of vale sequester'd , or the fir - crown'd side Of airy mountain , whence with lucid lapse Falls many a dew - fed stream , invites the step Of musing ...
... o'er the blue immense , burns out With fierce effulgence . Now th ' embowering maze Of vale sequester'd , or the fir - crown'd side Of airy mountain , whence with lucid lapse Falls many a dew - fed stream , invites the step Of musing ...
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... o'er sightless sculls , and crumbling bones , Ghastful he sits , and eyes with stedfast glare . ( Sad trophies of his power , where ivy twines Its fatal green around ) the falling roof , The time - shook arch , the column grey with moss ...
... o'er sightless sculls , and crumbling bones , Ghastful he sits , and eyes with stedfast glare . ( Sad trophies of his power , where ivy twines Its fatal green around ) the falling roof , The time - shook arch , the column grey with moss ...
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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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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...