The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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18. oldal
... Heaven ! to find some happier place , Where honesty and sense are no disgrace ; Some pleasing bank , where verdant osiers play , Some peaceful vale , with Nature's paintings gay , Eliza : Queen Elizabeth . 15 20 339 30 40 Where once the ...
... Heaven ! to find some happier place , Where honesty and sense are no disgrace ; Some pleasing bank , where verdant osiers play , Some peaceful vale , with Nature's paintings gay , Eliza : Queen Elizabeth . 15 20 339 30 40 Where once the ...
19. oldal
... Heaven . But what , my friend , what hope remains for me , Who start at theft , and blush at perjury , Who scarce forbear , though Britain's court he sing , To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ; A statesman's logic unconvinced can ...
... Heaven . But what , my friend , what hope remains for me , Who start at theft , and blush at perjury , Who scarce forbear , though Britain's court he sing , To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ; A statesman's logic unconvinced can ...
22. oldal
... Heaven reserved , in pity to the poor , No pathless waste or undiscover'd shore ; No secret island in the boundless main ; No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? 1 Quick let us rise , the happy seats explore , And bear Oppression's ...
... Heaven reserved , in pity to the poor , No pathless waste or undiscover'd shore ; No secret island in the boundless main ; No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? 1 Quick let us rise , the happy seats explore , And bear Oppression's ...
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... Heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth confound , And spread his flaming palace on the ground , Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies , And public mournings pacify the skies ; The laureate tribe in venal verse relate , How Virtue ...
... Heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth confound , And spread his flaming palace on the ground , Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies , And public mournings pacify the skies ; The laureate tribe in venal verse relate , How Virtue ...
36. oldal
... Heaven may hear , nor deem Religion vain . Still raise for good the supplicating voice , But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice ; Safe in His power , whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer , Implore His ...
... Heaven may hear , nor deem Religion vain . Still raise for good the supplicating voice , But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice ; Safe in His power , whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer , Implore His ...
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159. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
166. oldal - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
162. oldal - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
178. oldal - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
167. oldal - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
205. oldal - 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
205. oldal - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
204. oldal - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
163. oldal - 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.
167. oldal - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : 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.