The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Ben Jonson to BeattieD. Appleton, 1852 |
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... hath turned , Neptune in the waters burned ; Hell hath felt a greater heat : Jove himself forsook his seat : From the centre , to the sky , Are his trophies reared high . SECOND GRACE . Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will ...
... hath turned , Neptune in the waters burned ; Hell hath felt a greater heat : Jove himself forsook his seat : From the centre , to the sky , Are his trophies reared high . SECOND GRACE . Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will ...
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... hath thresh'd the corn , That ten day - laborers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend , And , stretch'd out all the chimney's length , Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop - full out of doors he flings , Ere ...
... hath thresh'd the corn , That ten day - laborers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubbar fiend , And , stretch'd out all the chimney's length , Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop - full out of doors he flings , Ere ...
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... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall ...
... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall ...
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... hath reft " ( quoth he ) " my deares pledge ? " Last came , and last did go , 110 The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain , ( The golden opes , the iron shuts amain , ) He shook his miter'd locks , and ...
... hath reft " ( quoth he ) " my deares pledge ? " Last came , and last did go , 110 The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain , ( The golden opes , the iron shuts amain , ) He shook his miter'd locks , and ...
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... hath better sweets to prove , Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; What hath night to do with sleep ? " Tis only daylight that makes sin , Which these dun shades will ne'er report : - Hail , goddess of ...
... hath better sweets to prove , Venus now wakes , and wakens Love . Come , let us our rites begin ; What hath night to do with sleep ? " Tis only daylight that makes sin , Which these dun shades will ne'er report : - Hail , goddess of ...
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The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged ... William Wordsworth,John Frost,John Aikin Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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Adam Anacreon angels appear'd Arcite arm'd arms beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim clouds Comus courser Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'n evil eyes fair fame fate father fear fight fire fix'd flame fruit glory gods grace ground hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell honor hope Israel join'd king light live Lord Lycidas lyre Messiah mighty mind mortal Muse night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er once pain Palamon Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Pirithous plac'd pleas'd praise quire rais'd reign rest return'd rise Satan seem'd shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood sweet taste Thebes thee thence Theseus thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd Twas vex'd virtue whence winds wings wonder
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20. oldal - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
345. oldal - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
20. oldal - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
44. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
58. oldal - And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
18. oldal - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony...
381. oldal - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if ATTICUS were he 1 What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals?
381. oldal - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
35. oldal - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence...
141. oldal - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...