Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Том 1John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1820 - 807 стор. |
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... labour , not their own . In this scale gold , in th ' other fame does lie , The weight of that mounts this so high . These men are Fortune's jewels , moulded bright ; Brought forth with their own fire and light : If I , her vulgar stone ...
... labour , not their own . In this scale gold , in th ' other fame does lie , The weight of that mounts this so high . These men are Fortune's jewels , moulded bright ; Brought forth with their own fire and light : If I , her vulgar stone ...
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... labour serve , And didst ( if faith and labour can ) deserve , Though she contracted was to thee , Given to another thou didst see Given to another , who had store Of fairer and of richer wives before , And not a Leah left , thy ...
... labour serve , And didst ( if faith and labour can ) deserve , Though she contracted was to thee , Given to another thou didst see Given to another , who had store Of fairer and of richer wives before , And not a Leah left , thy ...
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... labour of my thoughts ; ' tis likeliest They had engag'd their wandering steps too far ; And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me : else , O thievish Night , Why should'st thou , but for some felonious end ...
... labour of my thoughts ; ' tis likeliest They had engag'd their wandering steps too far ; And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me : else , O thievish Night , Why should'st thou , but for some felonious end ...
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... labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came , And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat ; I saw them under a green mantling vine , That crawls along the side of yon small hill , Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ...
... labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came , And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat ; I saw them under a green mantling vine , That crawls along the side of yon small hill , Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ...
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... labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good still to find means of evil ; Which oft - times may succeed , so as perhaps Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and disturb His inmost counsels from their destin'd aim . But see , the ...
... labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good still to find means of evil ; Which oft - times may succeed , so as perhaps Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and disturb His inmost counsels from their destin'd aim . But see , the ...
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Сторінка 238 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 18 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast ; And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon...
Сторінка 383 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Сторінка 18 - 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. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Сторінка 362 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 58 - Rising or falling, still advance His praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise.
Сторінка 141 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Сторінка 456 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round ; On Nature write...
Сторінка 20 - Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Сторінка 348 - Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home ; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court ; In various talk th...