The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 12J. Johnson, 1810 - 640 من الصفحات |
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... bear . VARIATION . I see his sword wave with redoubled ire ! Ah ! has it set the very clouds on fire ? The clouds burst down in deluges of showers ; Fierce lightning flames , vindictive thunder roars . When through the mighty flood He ...
... bear . VARIATION . I see his sword wave with redoubled ire ! Ah ! has it set the very clouds on fire ? The clouds burst down in deluges of showers ; Fierce lightning flames , vindictive thunder roars . When through the mighty flood He ...
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... bear , Though vines delude the promise of the year ; Yet though the olive should not yield her oil , Nor the parch'd glebe reward the peasant's toil ; Though the tir'd ox beneath his labours fall , And herds in nullions perish from the ...
... bear , Though vines delude the promise of the year ; Yet though the olive should not yield her oil , Nor the parch'd glebe reward the peasant's toil ; Though the tir'd ox beneath his labours fall , And herds in nullions perish from the ...
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... bear When hung self - balanc'd in the fluid air ? Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play In shining mazes ... bears eternal sway , Or where the source of everlasting day ? Say , why the thriving hail with rushing sound Pours from ...
... bear When hung self - balanc'd in the fluid air ? Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play In shining mazes ... bears eternal sway , Or where the source of everlasting day ? Say , why the thriving hail with rushing sound Pours from ...
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... bear ! LYCIDAS . Come , Delia , come ! till Delia bless these seats , Hide me , ye groves , within your dark retreats ! In hollow groans , ye winds , around me blow ! Ye bubbling fountains , murmur to my woe ! DAPHNIS . Where'er Belinda ...
... bear ! LYCIDAS . Come , Delia , come ! till Delia bless these seats , Hide me , ye groves , within your dark retreats ! In hollow groans , ye winds , around me blow ! Ye bubbling fountains , murmur to my woe ! DAPHNIS . Where'er Belinda ...
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... bear , by art refin'd , High o'er the ground with fruits adopted rise , With shoots ennobled of a generous kind , And lift their spreading honours to the skies . A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A LADY AND HER LOOKING - GLASS , WHILE SHE HAD THE ...
... bear , by art refin'd , High o'er the ground with fruits adopted rise , With shoots ennobled of a generous kind , And lift their spreading honours to the skies . A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A LADY AND HER LOOKING - GLASS , WHILE SHE HAD THE ...
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الصفحة 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
الصفحة 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
الصفحة 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
الصفحة 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
الصفحة 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
الصفحة 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
الصفحة 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
الصفحة 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
الصفحة 219 - As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
الصفحة 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.