The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 第 64 巻1790 |
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... Honour's fhrine , Behold , he lifts his awful hand . IX . Fix but on these your ruling aim , And Time , the fire of manly care , Will Fancy's dazzling colours tame A foberer drefs will Beauty wear : Then shall efteem by Knowledge led ...
... Honour's fhrine , Behold , he lifts his awful hand . IX . Fix but on these your ruling aim , And Time , the fire of manly care , Will Fancy's dazzling colours tame A foberer drefs will Beauty wear : Then shall efteem by Knowledge led ...
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... honour'd , fo belov❜d ? Whom the dead envy'd , and the living blefs'd ? This patient flave by tinfel bonds allur'd ? This wretched fuitor for a boon abjur'd ? Whom thofe that fear'd him , fcorn ; that trusted him , deteft ? IX . O loft ...
... honour'd , fo belov❜d ? Whom the dead envy'd , and the living blefs'd ? This patient flave by tinfel bonds allur'd ? This wretched fuitor for a boon abjur'd ? Whom thofe that fear'd him , fcorn ; that trusted him , deteft ? IX . O loft ...
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... Honour , dwell , Couch'd in thy bofom's deep tempeftuous gloom , Like fome grim idol in a forcerer's cell . Before her rites thy fickening reason flew , Divine perfuafion from thy tongue withdrew , While laughter mock'd , or pity stole ...
... Honour , dwell , Couch'd in thy bofom's deep tempeftuous gloom , Like fome grim idol in a forcerer's cell . Before her rites thy fickening reason flew , Divine perfuafion from thy tongue withdrew , While laughter mock'd , or pity stole ...
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... honour ; to affert From all that scorned vice or flavish fear hath fung . Nor fhall the blandishment of Tuscan strings Warbling at will in pleasure's myrtle bower ; Nor fhall the fervile notes to Celtic kings By flattering minstrels ...
... honour ; to affert From all that scorned vice or flavish fear hath fung . Nor fhall the blandishment of Tuscan strings Warbling at will in pleasure's myrtle bower ; Nor fhall the fervile notes to Celtic kings By flattering minstrels ...
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... honours to an hateful lord , Referv'd for angry heaven , and fcorn'd of honeft fame ? IV . 2 . But here , where freedom's equal throne To all her valiant fons is known ; Where all are confcious of her cares , And each the power , that ...
... honours to an hateful lord , Referv'd for angry heaven , and fcorn'd of honeft fame ? IV . 2 . But here , where freedom's equal throne To all her valiant fons is known ; Where all are confcious of her cares , And each the power , that ...
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Amalthea arms Bards Behold beneath bids bleft blissful bands bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe CERINTHUS charms Corycian Damon defire Delia delight divine doft Dryads Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret fhade fhall fhame filent fing fire firft firſt flame flave flowers fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftands ftate ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour infpire Latium loft LXIV lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Naiads nobler Nymphs o'er paffions pain Pentheus Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rais'd raiſe reafon reft rifing ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhrine ſky ſpeaks ſpread ſtate ſtill ſway tender Tethys thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toils treaſure virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
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186 ページ - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
208 ページ - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
198 ページ - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
204 ページ - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
200 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
201 ページ - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
197 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
201 ページ - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
197 ページ - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
197 ページ - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.