The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 48,Сторінка 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... thought , a liftlefs unconcern , Cold , and averting from our neighbour's good ; " Then dark disgust , and hatred , winding wiles , Coward deceit , and ruffian violence : At last , extinct each focial feeling , fell 295 300 And joyless ...
... thought , a liftlefs unconcern , Cold , and averting from our neighbour's good ; " Then dark disgust , and hatred , winding wiles , Coward deceit , and ruffian violence : At last , extinct each focial feeling , fell 295 300 And joyless ...
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... thoughts , 555 Continual , climb ; who , with a mafter - hand , Haft the great whole into perfection touch'd . By Thee the various vegetative tribes , Wrapt in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw the live ether , and imbibe the ...
... thoughts , 555 Continual , climb ; who , with a mafter - hand , Haft the great whole into perfection touch'd . By Thee the various vegetative tribes , Wrapt in a filmy net , and clad with leaves , Draw the live ether , and imbibe the ...
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... thought to plume the painted wing ; And try again the long - forgotten strain , 580 At first faint - warbled . But no fooner grows The foft infufion prevalent and wide , 585 Than , all alive , at once their joy o'erflows In mufic ...
... thought to plume the painted wing ; And try again the long - forgotten strain , 580 At first faint - warbled . But no fooner grows The foft infufion prevalent and wide , 585 Than , all alive , at once their joy o'erflows In mufic ...
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... thought , And annual melts their undefigning hearts Profufely thus in tenderness and joy . Still let my fong a nobler note affume , And fing th ' infufive force of Spring on Man ; When heaven and earth , as if contending , vye To raise ...
... thought , And annual melts their undefigning hearts Profufely thus in tenderness and joy . Still let my fong a nobler note affume , And fing th ' infufive force of Spring on Man ; When heaven and earth , as if contending , vye To raise ...
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... thought , and contemplation still . By fwift degrees the love of Nature works , And warms the bofom ; till at laft fublim'd To rapture , and enthusiastic heat , We feel the present Deity , and taste The joy of God to see a happy world ...
... thought , and contemplation still . By fwift degrees the love of Nature works , And warms the bofom ; till at laft fublim'd To rapture , and enthusiastic heat , We feel the present Deity , and taste The joy of God to see a happy world ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Том 48,Сторінка 1 Samuel Johnson Повний перегляд - 1779 |
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Сторінка 191 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Сторінка 226 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 200 - Full in the passage of the vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood. And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Сторінка 66 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Сторінка 164 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Сторінка 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Сторінка 193 - At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural...
Сторінка 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Сторінка 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 193 - 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 with every beam his praise.