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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... Skill be- tween the two great Masters of the Science of Defence , Messrs . Figg and Sutton Verses spoken at the breaking up of the Free Grammar School , in Manchester . The three Black Crows . A Tale ............ Verses spoken on the ...
... Skill be- tween the two great Masters of the Science of Defence , Messrs . Figg and Sutton Verses spoken at the breaking up of the Free Grammar School , in Manchester . The three Black Crows . A Tale ............ Verses spoken on the ...
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... Skill'd the softest notes to sing , Skill'd to wake the sweetest string , Dear Ianthe both supplies : Thee , Cecilia , thee we find In her form and in her mind , The angel in her voice and eyes ! CHORUS . Happy , O beyond expressing ...
... Skill'd the softest notes to sing , Skill'd to wake the sweetest string , Dear Ianthe both supplies : Thee , Cecilia , thee we find In her form and in her mind , The angel in her voice and eyes ! CHORUS . Happy , O beyond expressing ...
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... skill , tho ' known to fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A COLLEGE EXERCISE . 1736 . The virgin - virtues wait on her alone ! Her ...
... skill , tho ' known to fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A COLLEGE EXERCISE . 1736 . The virgin - virtues wait on her alone ! Her ...
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... skill Of Pæan's sons , disease , like mine , demands ; Nepenthe to the soul , as well as life . O for a mother's watchful tenderness , And father's venerable care ! -But they , In life immortal , gather endless joys , Reward of charity ...
... skill Of Pæan's sons , disease , like mine , demands ; Nepenthe to the soul , as well as life . O for a mother's watchful tenderness , And father's venerable care ! -But they , In life immortal , gather endless joys , Reward of charity ...
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... skill , The Gaul , awe - stricken , dares not — cannot kill . The sleeping Cupids happily exprest The fiercer passions foreign to thy breast . Long strangers to the laughter - loving dame , They from Arcadia , not from Paphos , came ...
... skill , The Gaul , awe - stricken , dares not — cannot kill . The sleeping Cupids happily exprest The fiercer passions foreign to thy breast . Long strangers to the laughter - loving dame , They from Arcadia , not from Paphos , came ...
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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.