The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 15Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... hand · Uprear a cross , the cross with blood bedight ' : Ten thousand angels , flutt'ring in a band , Admir'd the mystic sign but cou'd not understand . Now dulcet symphonies , and voices meet , Mellifluous stole upon the shepherd's ear ...
... hand · Uprear a cross , the cross with blood bedight ' : Ten thousand angels , flutt'ring in a band , Admir'd the mystic sign but cou'd not understand . Now dulcet symphonies , and voices meet , Mellifluous stole upon the shepherd's ear ...
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... hand : a mitre for his head , Curious aumail'd with imitated grapes , Of blushing rubies form'd : the pall of lawn , Flower'd with the conquests of the purple god : The cista , silver ; and the cymbals , gold : The temple opens to the ...
... hand : a mitre for his head , Curious aumail'd with imitated grapes , Of blushing rubies form'd : the pall of lawn , Flower'd with the conquests of the purple god : The cista , silver ; and the cymbals , gold : The temple opens to the ...
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... hand the cruel maid A sacrifice be offer'd up : or one , Free , uncompell'd , embrace the destin'd steel , Devoted in her stead ; and bleed for her . So you'll appease the god ; the plague be stay'd . " •. 24 I live but on the thought of ...
... hand the cruel maid A sacrifice be offer'd up : or one , Free , uncompell'd , embrace the destin'd steel , Devoted in her stead ; and bleed for her . So you'll appease the god ; the plague be stay'd . " •. 24 I live but on the thought of ...
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... hands ; Like Ilium built ; by hands no less divine ! Attention , rouse thyself ! the master's hand , ( The master of our souls ! ) has chang'd the key , And bids the thunder of the battle roar Tumultuous 8. Homer , Homer is our own ...
... hands ; Like Ilium built ; by hands no less divine ! Attention , rouse thyself ! the master's hand , ( The master of our souls ! ) has chang'd the key , And bids the thunder of the battle roar Tumultuous 8. Homer , Homer is our own ...
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... hand Refuse to charm : in vain I sue , The strings are mute to my demand- I broke the old , and form'd a new . " Christ ! " I began the sacred lyre Responsive swell'd with notes divine , And warm'd me with seraphic - fire : Sweet Jesus ...
... hand Refuse to charm : in vain I sue , The strings are mute to my demand- I broke the old , and form'd a new . " Christ ! " I began the sacred lyre Responsive swell'd with notes divine , And warm'd me with seraphic - fire : Sweet Jesus ...
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Сторінка 141 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Сторінка 141 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 125 - 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...
Сторінка 536 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Сторінка 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 288 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Сторінка 141 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Сторінка 587 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
Сторінка 624 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Сторінка 219 - Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.