The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 第 13 巻 |
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... How her face is as bright as the snow , And her bosom , be sure , is as cold ; How the nightingales labour the strain , With the notes of this charmer to vie ; How they vary their accents in vain , Repine at her triumphs , and die .
... How her face is as bright as the snow , And her bosom , be sure , is as cold ; How the nightingales labour the strain , With the notes of this charmer to vie ; How they vary their accents in vain , Repine at her triumphs , and die .
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appear arms bear beauty beneath bless breast breath bright charms dear death deep delight divine Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fields fire flame flowers give glory grace grove hand happy head hear heart Heaven hills honour hope hour kind king labour land leave light live Lord maid mind Muse native Nature never night o'er once pain passion peace plain pleasure poem poet praise pride rich rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soon soul sound spread springs strain stream swain sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought toil truth turn vain vale various verse virtue voice wave wide wild wind Young 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.