The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 第 13 巻J. Johnson, 1810 - 612 ページ |
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... tell , And on the pleasing theme for ever dwell ; But the Muse faints , unequal to the flight , And hears thy strains with wonder and delight , When tombs of princes shall in ruins lie , And all but heaven - born Piety shall die ; When ...
... tell , And on the pleasing theme for ever dwell ; But the Muse faints , unequal to the flight , And hears thy strains with wonder and delight , When tombs of princes shall in ruins lie , And all but heaven - born Piety shall die ; When ...
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... tell the world that I have endeavoured to recover this argument out of the hands of impure writers , and to make it appear that virtue and love are not such strangers as they are represented . The blissful intimacy of souls in that ...
... tell the world that I have endeavoured to recover this argument out of the hands of impure writers , and to make it appear that virtue and love are not such strangers as they are represented . The blissful intimacy of souls in that ...
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... Tell the blind world , your orbs are fed By his o'erflowing flames . Winds , ye shall bear his name aloud Through the ethereal blue ; For , when his chariot is a cloud , He makes his wheels of you . Thunder and hail , and fires and ...
... Tell the blind world , your orbs are fed By his o'erflowing flames . Winds , ye shall bear his name aloud Through the ethereal blue ; For , when his chariot is a cloud , He makes his wheels of you . Thunder and hail , and fires and ...
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... tell How high our Great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of Hell , And led the monster Death in chains . Say , " Live for ever , wondrous King ! Born to redeem , and strong to save ! " Then ask the monster , Where's his ...
... tell How high our Great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of Hell , And led the monster Death in chains . Say , " Live for ever , wondrous King ! Born to redeem , and strong to save ! " Then ask the monster , Where's his ...
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... tell what Jesus did . At his command the blind awake , And feel the gladsome rays ; He bids the dumb attempt to speak , They try their tongues in praise . He shed a thousand blessings round Where - e'er he turn'd his eye ; He spoke ...
... tell what Jesus did . At his command the blind awake , And feel the gladsome rays ; He bids the dumb attempt to speak , They try their tongues in praise . He shed a thousand blessings round Where - e'er he turn'd his eye ; He spoke ...
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angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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419 ページ - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
419 ページ - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
95 ページ - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
204 ページ - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best ; They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing...
221 ページ - Wide and wider spreads the vale As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round (unhappy fate !) Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others...
203 ページ - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
416 ページ - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
222 ページ - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
379 ページ - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; The proud to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
202 ページ - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum, — Now teach me, Maid composed ! To breathe some soften'd strain : Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return.