The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 7Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... sweet a child , Her false . imagined loss cease to lament , And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild ; Think what a present thou to God hast sent , And render him with patience what he lent ; This if thou do , he will an offspring give ...
... sweet a child , Her false . imagined loss cease to lament , And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild ; Think what a present thou to God hast sent , And render him with patience what he lent ; This if thou do , he will an offspring give ...
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... sweet , Made it my whole delight , and in it grew To such perfection , that , ere yet my age Had measur'd twice six years , at our great feast I went into the temple , there to hear The teachers of our law , and to propose What might ...
... sweet , Made it my whole delight , and in it grew To such perfection , that , ere yet my age Had measur'd twice six years , at our great feast I went into the temple , there to hear The teachers of our law , and to propose What might ...
الصفحة 162
... sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach , Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets . Such object hath the power to soften ' and tame Severest temper , smooth the rugged'st brow , Enerve ...
... sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach , Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets . Such object hath the power to soften ' and tame Severest temper , smooth the rugged'st brow , Enerve ...
الصفحة 165
... sweet : Him thought , he by the brook of Cherith stood , And saw the ravens with their horny beaks Food to Elijah bringing , even and morn , Though ravenous , taught to abstain from what they He saw the Prophet also , how he fled ...
... sweet : Him thought , he by the brook of Cherith stood , And saw the ravens with their horny beaks Food to Elijah bringing , even and morn , Though ravenous , taught to abstain from what they He saw the Prophet also , how he fled ...
الصفحة 168
... sweet restorative delight . All these are spirits of air , and woods , and springs , Thy gentle ministers , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . ' To whom ...
... sweet restorative delight . All these are spirits of air , and woods , and springs , Thy gentle ministers , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . ' To whom ...
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الصفحة 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
الصفحة 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
الصفحة 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
الصفحة 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
الصفحة 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
الصفحة 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
الصفحة 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.