The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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23. oldal
... pile aspire , And hopes from angry Heaven another fire . Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent , 200 210 There might'st thou find some elegant retreat , Some hireling LONDON . 23.
... pile aspire , And hopes from angry Heaven another fire . Could'st thou resign the park and play , content , For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent , 200 210 There might'st thou find some elegant retreat , Some hireling LONDON . 23.
25. oldal
... Fair Justice then , without constraint adored , 246 250 Held high the steady scale , but sheathed the sword ; No spies were paid , no special juries known , Blest age ! but , ah ! how different from our own ! Much could I add - but see ...
... Fair Justice then , without constraint adored , 246 250 Held high the steady scale , but sheathed the sword ; No spies were paid , no special juries known , Blest age ! but , ah ! how different from our own ! Much could I add - but see ...
33. oldal
... fair Austria spreads her mournful charms , The Queen , the Beauty , sets the world in arms ; From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise ; The fierce Croatian , and the wild Hussar , With ...
... fair Austria spreads her mournful charms , The Queen , the Beauty , sets the world in arms ; From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise ; The fierce Croatian , and the wild Hussar , With ...
40. oldal
... fair ! ye wise ! ye brave ! ' Tis yours to crown desert - beyond the grave . 25 30 PROLOGUE TO GOLDSMITH'S COMEDY OF ' THE GOOD - NATURED MAN , ' 1769 . PRESS'D by the load of life , the weary mind Surveys the general toil of human kind ...
... fair ! ye wise ! ye brave ! ' Tis yours to crown desert - beyond the grave . 25 30 PROLOGUE TO GOLDSMITH'S COMEDY OF ' THE GOOD - NATURED MAN , ' 1769 . PRESS'D by the load of life , the weary mind Surveys the general toil of human kind ...
42. oldal
... fair the piece displays , Approve it only ' tis too late to praise . If want of skill , or want of care appear , Forbear to hiss - the poet cannot hear . By all like him must praise and blame be found , At best a fleeting dream , or ...
... fair the piece displays , Approve it only ' tis too late to praise . If want of skill , or want of care appear , Forbear to hiss - the poet cannot hear . By all like him must praise and blame be found , At best a fleeting dream , or ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend charms COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight Dr Johnson dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering Goddess gold grace Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin 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 skies smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tuneful Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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201. oldal - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
158. 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.
175. oldal - 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.
30. oldal - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
161. 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...
177. 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.
200. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
166. oldal - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
165. 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.
202. oldal - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- 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...