The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 15Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... feeling sometimes produce swelling words approaching to bombast ; his phraseology , too , is sometimes laboured and pedantic ; and he seems in various instances more ambitious of the rapturous and animated , than of the mild and simple ...
... feeling sometimes produce swelling words approaching to bombast ; his phraseology , too , is sometimes laboured and pedantic ; and he seems in various instances more ambitious of the rapturous and animated , than of the mild and simple ...
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... feel within the genial fire , And from yon myrtle snatch my golden lyre . To thee the jocund Muse I send , With sprightly lay to greet my friend : For all things now around look gay , Why mayn't I laugh , as well as they ? The fair ...
... feel within the genial fire , And from yon myrtle snatch my golden lyre . To thee the jocund Muse I send , With sprightly lay to greet my friend : For all things now around look gay , Why mayn't I laugh , as well as they ? The fair ...
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... feeling glee , Exult to celebrate thy festival . Fire glows intenser ; softer , blows the air ; More smooth the waters ... feel . His heart is black as Hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry ...
... feeling glee , Exult to celebrate thy festival . Fire glows intenser ; softer , blows the air ; More smooth the waters ... feel . His heart is black as Hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry ...
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... feel : My numbers flow at thy command , My strings with holy raptures swell . And , you , whose pious pains unfold Those truths , receive this tribute due ; You once endur'd my Muse of old , Nor scorn the firstfruits of the new ...
... feel : My numbers flow at thy command , My strings with holy raptures swell . And , you , whose pious pains unfold Those truths , receive this tribute due ; You once endur'd my Muse of old , Nor scorn the firstfruits of the new ...
الصفحة 39
... feel the stings Of amorous delight , and sing thy praise . " Hail , Valentine ! at thy approach benign , Quick o'er the soft'ning soul the gentle gales Of Spring , awaking bliss , instinctive move The ardent youth to breathe the sighs ...
... feel the stings Of amorous delight , and sing thy praise . " Hail , Valentine ! at thy approach benign , Quick o'er the soft'ning soul the gentle gales Of Spring , awaking bliss , instinctive move The ardent youth to breathe the sighs ...
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Ælla Alfwold Aristippus Bacchus bard beauty BIRTHA bless blest bliss bosom Botte breast breath Catcott CELMONDE charms Christ dear death delight divine drest e'er eternal ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fancy fire flame fools fyghte genius give glory grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Jupiter king knyghte kynge learned light Lord lyre mind Muse nature Nature's nete never numbers nymph o'er onne Ovid passions plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet pow'r praise pride rage rapture rhyme rise ROBERT DODSLEY round sacred scene sense shine sing smile soft song soul spirit Spleen spryte sweet taste tell Thanne thee theyre thie thine things thou thought thro tongue true truth Twas verse virtue Whilst wond'rous word wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth ytte
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الصفحة 141 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 141 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
الصفحة 536 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
الصفحة 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
الصفحة 288 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
الصفحة 141 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
الصفحة 587 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
الصفحة 624 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
الصفحة 219 - Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.