The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة viii
... pleasure range the town ... V. Stand round , my brave boys , with heart and with voice ... 22 ib . ib . X. How blest has my time been , what days have I known XI . Hark , hark , ' tis a voice from the tombs XII . Introduced in the ...
... pleasure range the town ... V. Stand round , my brave boys , with heart and with voice ... 22 ib . ib . X. How blest has my time been , what days have I known XI . Hark , hark , ' tis a voice from the tombs XII . Introduced in the ...
الصفحة 6
... , and giving no great pleasure , must soon give way , as the succession of things produces new topics of conversation and other modes of amusement . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM , LORD MANSFIELD , LORD 6 LIFE OF MALLET .
... , and giving no great pleasure , must soon give way , as the succession of things produces new topics of conversation and other modes of amusement . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM , LORD MANSFIELD , LORD 6 LIFE OF MALLET .
الصفحة 16
... Pleasure at the side - board stands , A nectar'd goblet in his hands , To pour libations , in due measure , As Reason wills when join'd with Pleasure- Let these white moments all be gay , Without one cloud of diin allay : In every face ...
... Pleasure at the side - board stands , A nectar'd goblet in his hands , To pour libations , in due measure , As Reason wills when join'd with Pleasure- Let these white moments all be gay , Without one cloud of diin allay : In every face ...
الصفحة 23
... pleasure moves , Father of human kind ! the Muse's wing Sustaining guide , while to the heights of Heaven , Roaming th ' interminable vast of space , She rises , tracing thy almighty hand In its dread operations . Where is now The seat ...
... pleasure moves , Father of human kind ! the Muse's wing Sustaining guide , while to the heights of Heaven , Roaming th ' interminable vast of space , She rises , tracing thy almighty hand In its dread operations . Where is now The seat ...
الصفحة 25
... pleasure , springs from thine alone ; Thou , true as Honour , as Compassion kind , That , in sweet union , harmonize thy mind : Here , while thy eyes , for sad Amyntor's woe , And Theodora's wreck , with tears o'erflow , O may thy ...
... pleasure , springs from thine alone ; Thou , true as Honour , as Compassion kind , That , in sweet union , harmonize thy mind : Here , while thy eyes , for sad Amyntor's woe , And Theodora's wreck , with tears o'erflow , O may thy ...
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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الصفحة 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
الصفحة 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
الصفحة 148 - 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 Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
الصفحة 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
الصفحة 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
الصفحة 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
الصفحة 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
الصفحة 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
الصفحة 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...