A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 57 találatból.
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... Heavens bless my son ! from Ireland let him reign , 140 To far Barbadoes on the western main ; Of his dominion may no end be known , And greater than his father's be his throne ; Beyond love's kingdom let him stretch his pen ! " He ...
... Heavens bless my son ! from Ireland let him reign , 140 To far Barbadoes on the western main ; Of his dominion may no end be known , And greater than his father's be his throne ; Beyond love's kingdom let him stretch his pen ! " He ...
10. oldal
... harp had strung , And heaven had wanted one immortal song . But wild ambition loves to slide , not stand , And fortune's ice prefers to virtue's land . Achitophel , grown weary to possess A lawful fame , ΙΟ Eighteenth Century Verse.
... harp had strung , And heaven had wanted one immortal song . But wild ambition loves to slide , not stand , And fortune's ice prefers to virtue's land . Achitophel , grown weary to possess A lawful fame , ΙΟ Eighteenth Century Verse.
13. oldal
... heaven will have it , always mourned , And always honoured , snatched in manhood's prime By unequal fates , and providence's crime : Yet not before the goal of honour won , 835 All parts fulfilled of subject and of son : Swift was the ...
... heaven will have it , always mourned , And always honoured , snatched in manhood's prime By unequal fates , and providence's crime : Yet not before the goal of honour won , 835 All parts fulfilled of subject and of son : Swift was the ...
14. oldal
... heaven , and see If thou canst find on earth another he : Another he would be too hard to find ; See then whom thou canst see not far behind . 5 A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY 1687 I FROM harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal ...
... heaven , and see If thou canst find on earth another he : Another he would be too hard to find ; See then whom thou canst see not far behind . 5 A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY 1687 I FROM harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal ...
17. oldal
... heaven . GRAND CHORUS As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blessed above ; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall ...
... heaven . GRAND CHORUS As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blessed above ; So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beams beauty beneath bless bonnie Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill Jenny king labour Lochaber Look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions plain pleasure poem Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread strain swain sweet Swift tear thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice wave weep Whig wild wind ye Britons youth ΙΙΟ ΙΟ
Népszerű szakaszok
85. oldal - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
323. oldal - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
254. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
322. oldal - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
253. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
325. oldal - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
326. oldal - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
318. oldal - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
321. oldal - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
250. oldal - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...