The Works of the British Poets, Том 5John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 стор. |
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... field how he his way fhould find , O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ; Left he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what was eafy he should render vain . Or if a work fo infinite he fpann'd , Jealous I was , that ...
... field how he his way fhould find , O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ; Left he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what was eafy he should render vain . Or if a work fo infinite he fpann'd , Jealous I was , that ...
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... field be lo ? That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier fervice as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his bufinefs be , Here in the heart of hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can ...
... field be lo ? That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier fervice as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his bufinefs be , Here in the heart of hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can ...
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... field , Or caft a rampart . Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least erected sp'rit that fell From Heav'n , for ev'n in Heav'n his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent , admiring more The riches of Heav'n's pavement , trodden ...
... field , Or caft a rampart . Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least erected sp'rit that fell From Heav'n , for ev'n in Heav'n his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent , admiring more The riches of Heav'n's pavement , trodden ...
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... field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd , and at the Soldan's chair Defy'd the beft of Panim chivalry To mortal combat , or career with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both on the ground and in the air Brufh'd with the hifs of ruftling ...
... field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd , and at the Soldan's chair Defy'd the beft of Panim chivalry To mortal combat , or career with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both on the ground and in the air Brufh'd with the hifs of ruftling ...
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... field They dreaded worfe than hell : fo much the fear Of thunder and the fword of Michael Wrought ftill within them : and no less defire To found this nether empire , which might rife By policy , and long procefs of time , In emulation ...
... field They dreaded worfe than hell : fo much the fear Of thunder and the fword of Michael Wrought ftill within them : and no less defire To found this nether empire , which might rife By policy , and long procefs of time , In emulation ...
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Сторінка 152 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Сторінка 76 - 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...
Сторінка 11 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th...
Сторінка 151 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Сторінка 25 - I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Сторінка 151 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Сторінка 151 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Сторінка 26 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Сторінка 224 - This only grant me, that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Сторінка 25 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.