The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 14J. Johnson, 1810 - 586 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vi
... Lord Bishop of Winchester 114 I. Preface 97 VIII . 115 II . No. I. For the Winter Solstice .. II . On the Winter Solstice III . To a Friend , unsuccessful in Love IV . Affected Indifference . To the same . V. Against Suspicion VI . Hymn ...
... Lord Bishop of Winchester 114 I. Preface 97 VIII . 115 II . No. I. For the Winter Solstice .. II . On the Winter Solstice III . To a Friend , unsuccessful in Love IV . Affected Indifference . To the same . V. Against Suspicion VI . Hymn ...
الصفحة viii
... Lord's Commissioners of the Great Seal , 1756 ...... The Regulation of the Passions the Source of human Happiness . A moral Essay ......... 229 , The Lottery . Inscribed to Miss H. 243 ib . 233 Lady Jane Grey to Lord Guilford Dudley ...
... Lord's Commissioners of the Great Seal , 1756 ...... The Regulation of the Passions the Source of human Happiness . A moral Essay ......... 229 , The Lottery . Inscribed to Miss H. 243 ib . 233 Lady Jane Grey to Lord Guilford Dudley ...
الصفحة x
... Lord Granby of Sunderland A Petition to the worshipful Free Masons , de- livered from the Stage by a Lady at a Comedy countenanced by that Fraternity ib . .... 463 An Eulogium on Charity . Spoke at Alnwick , in Northumberland , at a ...
... Lord Granby of Sunderland A Petition to the worshipful Free Masons , de- livered from the Stage by a Lady at a Comedy countenanced by that Fraternity ib . .... 463 An Eulogium on Charity . Spoke at Alnwick , in Northumberland , at a ...
الصفحة xi
... Lord Cobham , ( now of the Marquis of Buckingham . ) Job , Chapter iii . Anniversary Ode to the Memory of a Daughter who died in 1726 .... Stanzas from Albion's Triumph . An Ode on the Battle of Dettingen 564 ...... To the Author of the ...
... Lord Cobham , ( now of the Marquis of Buckingham . ) Job , Chapter iii . Anniversary Ode to the Memory of a Daughter who died in 1726 .... Stanzas from Albion's Triumph . An Ode on the Battle of Dettingen 564 ...... To the Author of the ...
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... lord Molesworth , When Molesworth died , the same papers who had been his favourite in Flanders . were transferred with the same design to sir Richard Steele , who in some of his exigences put them in pawn . They then remained with the ...
... lord Molesworth , When Molesworth died , the same papers who had been his favourite in Flanders . were transferred with the same design to sir Richard Steele , who in some of his exigences put them in pawn . They then remained with the ...
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الصفحة 144 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
الصفحة 143 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 147 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
الصفحة 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
الصفحة 145 - 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 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
الصفحة 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
الصفحة 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
الصفحة 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.