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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... Night , in sable rob'd , as day - light fades , O'er half the nations draws her awful shades ; Now peaceful Nature lies diffus'd in ease ; A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas . 3 Sleep sheds o'er all his balm : to sleep resign ...
... Night , in sable rob'd , as day - light fades , O'er half the nations draws her awful shades ; Now peaceful Nature lies diffus'd in ease ; A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas . 3 Sleep sheds o'er all his balm : to sleep resign ...
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... night - warbler , from yon vocal boughs , Glads every valley with melodious woes ! Swift through the air her rounds the swallow takes , Or sportive skims the level of the lakes . The timorous deer , swift - starting as they graze ...
... night - warbler , from yon vocal boughs , Glads every valley with melodious woes ! Swift through the air her rounds the swallow takes , Or sportive skims the level of the lakes . The timorous deer , swift - starting as they graze ...
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... night. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES LORD CORNWALLIS , Against our reason fondly we believe , Assist the fraud , and teach it to deceive : As the faint traveller , when Night invades , Sees a false light relieve the ambient shades ...
... night. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES LORD CORNWALLIS , Against our reason fondly we believe , Assist the fraud , and teach it to deceive : As the faint traveller , when Night invades , Sees a false light relieve the ambient shades ...
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... night , And ' midst her legion search the powers of Troy . " " O prince , " he cries , " in this disastrous hour ... night , Through the cold damp of night ; distress'd ; alone ! And sleep is grown a stranger to my eyes : The weight of ...
... night , And ' midst her legion search the powers of Troy . " " O prince , " he cries , " in this disastrous hour ... night , Through the cold damp of night ; distress'd ; alone ! And sleep is grown a stranger to my eyes : The weight of ...
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... night They cast their view , and caught each noise of Troy . Now met th ' illustrious synod ; down they sate , Down on a spot of ground unstain'd with blood , Where vengeful Hector from the slaughter stay'd His murderous arm , when the ...
... night They cast their view , and caught each noise of Troy . Now met th ' illustrious synod ; down they sate , Down on a spot of ground unstain'd with blood , Where vengeful Hector from the slaughter stay'd His murderous arm , when 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.