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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... things : How false their doctrine , I appeal to - kings ; Appeal to Afric , Asia , Greece , and Rome : And , faith , we need not go - so far from home . For us the lover burns and bleeds and dies , 1 fancy we have comets in our eyes ...
... things : How false their doctrine , I appeal to - kings ; Appeal to Afric , Asia , Greece , and Rome : And , faith , we need not go - so far from home . For us the lover burns and bleeds and dies , 1 fancy we have comets in our eyes ...
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... things are passed away , and lo ! all things are become new . " And hollow wailings , through the damps of night , Responsive wound the ear . The sprightly pow'rs Of musical enchantment wave their wings , And seek the fragrant groves ...
... things are passed away , and lo ! all things are become new . " And hollow wailings , through the damps of night , Responsive wound the ear . The sprightly pow'rs Of musical enchantment wave their wings , And seek the fragrant groves ...
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... things ' . " In what respect he crossed his inclination , and by what arts he endeavoured to make his poem more acceptable to a licentious age , we know not . In defence of the present age , it may be said with justice that the poem ...
... things ' . " In what respect he crossed his inclination , and by what arts he endeavoured to make his poem more acceptable to a licentious age , we know not . In defence of the present age , it may be said with justice that the poem ...
الصفحة 63
... things which were ; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : -hark ! how it howls ! -- Methinks , ' Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in ...
... things which were ; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : -hark ! how it howls ! -- Methinks , ' Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in ...
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... thing most perfect in its kind , Blessed ! thrice blessed days ! -But , ah ! how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy men ; But fugitive like those , and quickly gone . Oh ! slipp'ry state of things ! -What sudden What strange ...
... thing most perfect in its kind , Blessed ! thrice blessed days ! -But , ah ! how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy men ; But fugitive like those , and quickly gone . Oh ! slipp'ry state of things ! -What sudden What strange ...
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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.