The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 13. kötetJ. Johnson, 1810 - 612 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... Bright Vision 68 Bewailing my own Inconstancy 48 .................. ...... Forsaken , yet hoping ib . The third Part : or , the Account balanced On the Death of the Duke of Gloucester , just after Mr. Dryden . An Epigram 70 ib . An ...
... Bright Vision 68 Bewailing my own Inconstancy 48 .................. ...... Forsaken , yet hoping ib . The third Part : or , the Account balanced On the Death of the Duke of Gloucester , just after Mr. Dryden . An Epigram 70 ib . An ...
ix. oldal
... bright Roxana treads the green IX . 1743. - Valentine's Day X. 1743. - The fatal hours are wondrous near .... ib ... bright Ophelia treads the green . ib . XIX . Yes , these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd . Imitated from the ...
... bright Roxana treads the green IX . 1743. - Valentine's Day X. 1743. - The fatal hours are wondrous near .... ib ... bright Ophelia treads the green . ib . XIX . Yes , these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd . Imitated from the ...
10. oldal
... bright , And charms the eyes of angels . - Oh ! like thee Let every nobler genius tune his voice To subjects worthy of their towering thoughts . Let Heaven and Anna then your tuneful art Improve , and consecrate your deathless lays To ...
... bright , And charms the eyes of angels . - Oh ! like thee Let every nobler genius tune his voice To subjects worthy of their towering thoughts . Let Heaven and Anna then your tuneful art Improve , and consecrate your deathless lays To ...
23. oldal
... bright scenes shall rise . In thy fair book of Life and Grace May I but find my name Recorded in some humble place , Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! What are my eyes , but aids to see The glories of the Deity Inscrib'd with beams of light On ...
... bright scenes shall rise . In thy fair book of Life and Grace May I but find my name Recorded in some humble place , Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! What are my eyes , but aids to see The glories of the Deity Inscrib'd with beams of light On ...
25. oldal
... bright but dismal day . Thy Love beheld the black design , Thy Love , that guards our island round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . Assume , my tongue , a nobler ...
... bright but dismal day . Thy Love beheld the black design , Thy Love , that guards our island round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery mine , And crush'd the tempest under ground . THE SECOND PART . Assume , my tongue , a nobler ...
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WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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419. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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.