Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, 第 8 巻John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 ページ |
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... Satire I. II . III . IV . ...... V. VI . VII . .. 80 89 99 107 ... 116 135 154 AKENSIDE . The Pleasures of Imagination . A Poem , in Three Books . Book I. II . III . VOL . VIII . 165 185 210 Page Ode to the Right Honourable Francis Earl ...
... Satire I. II . III . IV . ...... V. VI . VII . .. 80 89 99 107 ... 116 135 154 AKENSIDE . The Pleasures of Imagination . A Poem , in Three Books . Book I. II . III . VOL . VIII . 165 185 210 Page Ode to the Right Honourable Francis Earl ...
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... satire , on mankind ; And while it satisfies , it censures too . To common sense , great Nature's course proclaims A Deity : when mankind falls asleep , A miracle is sent , as an alarm ; To wake the world , and prove him o'er again , By ...
... satire , on mankind ; And while it satisfies , it censures too . To common sense , great Nature's course proclaims A Deity : when mankind falls asleep , A miracle is sent , as an alarm ; To wake the world , and prove him o'er again , By ...
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... SATIRE I. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DORSET . Tanto major Famæ sitis est , quam Virtutis . HOR . Juv . Sat. X. My verse is Satire ; Dorset , lend your ear , And patronize a Muse you cannot fear . To poets sacred is a Dorset's name ; Their ...
... SATIRE I. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DORSET . Tanto major Famæ sitis est , quam Virtutis . HOR . Juv . Sat. X. My verse is Satire ; Dorset , lend your ear , And patronize a Muse you cannot fear . To poets sacred is a Dorset's name ; Their ...
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... find , Discreetly daring , and severely kind , The courtly Roman's shining path to tread , And sharply smile prevailing folly dead ? * Horace . Will no superior genius snatch the quill , And save SATIRE I. 81 LOVE OF FAME .
... find , Discreetly daring , and severely kind , The courtly Roman's shining path to tread , And sharply smile prevailing folly dead ? * Horace . Will no superior genius snatch the quill , And save SATIRE I. 81 LOVE OF FAME .
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... sins they set sincerely down , They ' ll find that their religion has been one . Others with wistful eyes on glory look , ; When they have got their picture towards a book : Or pompous title , like a gaudy sign , Meant 62 SATIRE I. YOUNG .
... sins they set sincerely down , They ' ll find that their religion has been one . Others with wistful eyes on glory look , ; When they have got their picture towards a book : Or pompous title , like a gaudy sign , Meant 62 SATIRE I. YOUNG .
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Ambition amid ANTISTROPHE art thou aweful beauty behold beneath blest bliss blissful band bloom boast bosom breast breath bright celestial charms dare dark death delight divine Doddington dread Earth ECLOGUE Eirin eternal fair fame Fancy fate father flame folly fond fool glory gods grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honours human immortal labour lord Lorenzo lyre maid mankind Margaret of Anjou mighty mind mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er Odin pain passion Pindar pleasure pomp praise pride proud reign rills rise sacred Satire scene scorn shade shame shine skies smile smiling band song soul stars strains stream sublime sweet tears tender terrour thee theme thine things thought throne TOBIAS SMOLLETT toil tongue triumph truth vale verse Vex'd virtue voice whence wing wisdom wise wonder youth
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282 ページ - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
279 ページ - Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
264 ページ - 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
265 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. Thro
229 ページ - His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
280 ページ - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his suffrings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
262 ページ - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
283 ページ - Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
271 ページ - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
261 ページ - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. 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 ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...