The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 第 64 巻1790 |
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... hours are on the wing , And fancy , through the wintery gloom , Radiant with dews and flowers in bloom , Already hails the emerging Spring . IV . O fountain of the golden day , Could mortal vows but urge thy fpeed , How foon , before ...
... hours are on the wing , And fancy , through the wintery gloom , Radiant with dews and flowers in bloom , Already hails the emerging Spring . IV . O fountain of the golden day , Could mortal vows but urge thy fpeed , How foon , before ...
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... hours advance their wing ; And fancy , mocking winter's might , With flowers and dews and streaming light Already decks the new - born fpring . V. O fountain of the golden day , Could mortal vows promote thy speed , How foon before thy ...
... hours advance their wing ; And fancy , mocking winter's might , With flowers and dews and streaming light Already decks the new - born fpring . V. O fountain of the golden day , Could mortal vows promote thy speed , How foon before thy ...
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... hour Of fretfulness and ftrife , When care the infirmer bofom wrings , Or Eurus waves his murky wings To damp the feats of life . VII . But come , forfake the fcene unblefs'd Which firft beheld ' your faithful breaft To groundless fears ...
... hour Of fretfulness and ftrife , When care the infirmer bofom wrings , Or Eurus waves his murky wings To damp the feats of life . VII . But come , forfake the fcene unblefs'd Which firft beheld ' your faithful breaft To groundless fears ...
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... hour ? To blunt the edge of dire disease , And teach thefe wintery fhades to pleafe ? Come , Chearfulness ... Hours Were fhedding round him dews and flowers ; Before his wheels Aurora pafs'd , And Hefper's golden lamp was last , C 24 But ...
... hour ? To blunt the edge of dire disease , And teach thefe wintery fhades to pleafe ? Come , Chearfulness ... Hours Were fhedding round him dews and flowers ; Before his wheels Aurora pafs'd , And Hefper's golden lamp was last , C 24 But ...
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... No fickening husband damns the hour Which bound his joys to female power ; No pining - mother weeps the cares Which parents waste on thankless heirs : The The officious daughters pleas'd attend ; The brother adds the 20 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
... No fickening husband damns the hour Which bound his joys to female power ; No pining - mother weeps the cares Which parents waste on thankless heirs : The The officious daughters pleas'd attend ; The brother adds the 20 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
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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.