The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 15J. Johnson, 1810 - 550 من الصفحات |
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... hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , s Called . 6 Fair damsel , 7 Nevertheless . To fire with sacred rage her soul , Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings , And bade the silver tides of music roll . An angel , list'ning to ...
... hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , s Called . 6 Fair damsel , 7 Nevertheless . To fire with sacred rage her soul , Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings , And bade the silver tides of music roll . An angel , list'ning to ...
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... hear , Oh , honour my grave with a rose and a tear ! Perhaps the dear , beautiful cause of my doom May steal , by the star - light , and visit my tomb : My ghost , if one sigh shall but heave in her breast , Tho ' restless without it ...
... hear , Oh , honour my grave with a rose and a tear ! Perhaps the dear , beautiful cause of my doom May steal , by the star - light , and visit my tomb : My ghost , if one sigh shall but heave in her breast , Tho ' restless without it ...
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... hear ! Eftsoons a joyous fellowship was seen Of ladies gent 3 , and beauties without peer4 , As they a train of goddesses had been , In manner of a mask , radiant along the green . Faith led the van , her mantle dipt in blue , Steady ...
... hear ! Eftsoons a joyous fellowship was seen Of ladies gent 3 , and beauties without peer4 , As they a train of goddesses had been , In manner of a mask , radiant along the green . Faith led the van , her mantle dipt in blue , Steady ...
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... hear our vows the Moon grows pale , And pants Endymion's warmth to prove : While , emulous , the nightingale , Thick - warbling trills her lay of love . " The silver - sounding shining spheres , That animate the glowing skies , Nor ...
... hear our vows the Moon grows pale , And pants Endymion's warmth to prove : While , emulous , the nightingale , Thick - warbling trills her lay of love . " The silver - sounding shining spheres , That animate the glowing skies , Nor ...
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... hear ! If e'er these hands with ivy wreaths thy brow Circled , and twining tendrils of the vine : If e'er my grateful tongue , big with thy praise , Eva Lyæus ! Io Bacchus ! sung : If e'er thy servant on thy altars pour'd , Copious ...
... hear ! If e'er these hands with ivy wreaths thy brow Circled , and twining tendrils of the vine : If e'er my grateful tongue , big with thy praise , Eva Lyæus ! Io Bacchus ! sung : If e'er thy servant on thy altars pour'd , Copious ...
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الصفحة 141 - 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. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
الصفحة 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
الصفحة 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman 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...
الصفحة 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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...
الصفحة 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
الصفحة 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
الصفحة 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
الصفحة 141 - 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...
الصفحة 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
الصفحة 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.