The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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... delight , Nor praise relax , nor difficulty fright ; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain , And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain ; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart , Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart ; Should ...
... delight , Nor praise relax , nor difficulty fright ; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain , And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain ; Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart , Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart ; Should ...
42. oldal
... delight ; When Pleasure fired her torch at Virtue's flame , And Mirth was Bounty with an humbler name . 20 20 SPRING ... Delights to catch the gales of life . 2 Now o'er the rural kingdom roves Soft Pleasure with her laughing train ...
... delight ; When Pleasure fired her torch at Virtue's flame , And Mirth was Bounty with an humbler name . 20 20 SPRING ... Delights to catch the gales of life . 2 Now o'er the rural kingdom roves Soft Pleasure with her laughing train ...
49. oldal
... delight , In vain the varied work would shine If wrought by any hand but thine— Thy hand that knows the subtler art , To weave those nets that catch the heart . Spread out by me , the roving coin Thy nets may catch , but not confine ...
... delight , In vain the varied work would shine If wrought by any hand but thine— Thy hand that knows the subtler art , To weave those nets that catch the heart . Spread out by me , the roving coin Thy nets may catch , but not confine ...
51. oldal
... delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings , or poets claim ; Nor knowledge , which the learn'd approve , To form one wish my soul can move ...
... delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings , or poets claim ; Nor knowledge , which the learn'd approve , To form one wish my soul can move ...
57. oldal
... Delighted still to please mankind , or mend , The patriot's fire yet sparkled in the friend . Calm Conscience then his former life survey'd , And recollected toils endear'd the shade , Till Nature call'd him to her general doom , And ...
... Delighted still to please mankind , or mend , The patriot's fire yet sparkled in the friend . Calm Conscience then his former life survey'd , And recollected toils endear'd the shade , Till Nature call'd him to her general doom , And ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend call'd charms CLAUDE PHILLIPS COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries dart death delight dread dress'd e'er ease Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering gold grace grave Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tread Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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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.