The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 14J. Johnson, 1810 - 586 стор. |
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... beauty , and the force of youth , And name and place , are here - for . ver lost ! But , at near distance , on the mouldering wall Behold a monument , with emblem grac'd , And fair inscription : where with head declin'd , And folded ...
... beauty , and the force of youth , And name and place , are here - for . ver lost ! But , at near distance , on the mouldering wall Behold a monument , with emblem grac'd , And fair inscription : where with head declin'd , And folded ...
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... beauty ! for from thee alone , The sparkling gem , the vegetable race , The nobler worlds that live and breathe , their The lovely hues peculiar to each tribe , [ charms , From thy unfailing source of splendour draw ! In thy pure sh ne ...
... beauty ! for from thee alone , The sparkling gem , the vegetable race , The nobler worlds that live and breathe , their The lovely hues peculiar to each tribe , [ charms , From thy unfailing source of splendour draw ! In thy pure sh ne ...
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... beauty , nor the matron's sacred age , Secure from wrongs , could innocence secure , Found reverence or distinction . Yet , sustain'd By conscious worth within , the matchless pair Their threatening fate , imprisonment and scorn And ...
... beauty , nor the matron's sacred age , Secure from wrongs , could innocence secure , Found reverence or distinction . Yet , sustain'd By conscious worth within , the matchless pair Their threatening fate , imprisonment and scorn And ...
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... Beauty's fairest dress ! But , all - insensible to blame , The sky - born ravishers on flame Enchanted at the prospect stood , And kiss'd with rapture what they view'd . Sleek Sr too had done no less ; Would parsons here the truth ...
... Beauty's fairest dress ! But , all - insensible to blame , The sky - born ravishers on flame Enchanted at the prospect stood , And kiss'd with rapture what they view'd . Sleek Sr too had done no less ; Would parsons here the truth ...
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... beauty glow'd , A deadly pale o'ercast : So fades the fresh rose in its prime , Before the northern blast . The parents now , with late remorse , Hung o'er his dying bed ; And weary'd Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows ...
... beauty glow'd , A deadly pale o'ercast : So fades the fresh rose in its prime , Before the northern blast . The parents now , with late remorse , Hung o'er his dying bed ; And weary'd Heaven with fruitless vows , And fruitless sorrows ...
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Сторінка 144 - 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...
Сторінка 143 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 147 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
Сторінка 145 - 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 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Сторінка 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Сторінка 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Сторінка 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. 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 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
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