Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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الصفحة 1
... human grandeur weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of gothic magnificence , diffufe over the mind a pleafing melancholy ; while the eye is on every fide at- tracted by the ftoried urn and animated ...
... human grandeur weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of gothic magnificence , diffufe over the mind a pleafing melancholy ; while the eye is on every fide at- tracted by the ftoried urn and animated ...
الصفحة 11
... human pride . The clock ftrikes twelve - how folemn is the found ! Hark , how the ftrokes from hollow vaults rebound ! They bid us haften to be wife , and show How rapid in their course our minutes flow t . Now airy fhapes , and hideous ...
... human pride . The clock ftrikes twelve - how folemn is the found ! Hark , how the ftrokes from hollow vaults rebound ! They bid us haften to be wife , and show How rapid in their course our minutes flow t . Now airy fhapes , and hideous ...
الصفحة 38
... mortal but themselves . DR . YOUNG . Death is continually making inroads among the human race : our lot is juftly faid by Dr. YOUNG , to be lamenting or lamented . Inte Into fantastic fchemes , which the long livers In the [ 38 ]
... mortal but themselves . DR . YOUNG . Death is continually making inroads among the human race : our lot is juftly faid by Dr. YOUNG , to be lamenting or lamented . Inte Into fantastic fchemes , which the long livers In the [ 38 ]
الصفحة 44
... human nature groans Beneath a vaffalage fo vile and cruel ; And its vaft body bleeds through ev'ry vein t * Romans v . 12 . + See Milton's Paradise Loft , book x . line 151 . What What havock haft thou made , foul monster , fini [ 44 }
... human nature groans Beneath a vaffalage fo vile and cruel ; And its vaft body bleeds through ev'ry vein t * Romans v . 12 . + See Milton's Paradise Loft , book x . line 151 . What What havock haft thou made , foul monster , fini [ 44 }
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... Volumes James Roach. EDWIN and ANGELINA . Forbear my Son the Hermit cries . To tempt the dangerous gloom . For yonder phantom only flies . Tolure thee to thy doom . Barlow Sculp EASURES and PURSUITS of HUMAN LIFE by Alex ! Pope.
... Volumes James Roach. EDWIN and ANGELINA . Forbear my Son the Hermit cries . To tempt the dangerous gloom . For yonder phantom only flies . Tolure thee to thy doom . Barlow Sculp EASURES and PURSUITS of HUMAN LIFE by Alex ! Pope.
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 55 - 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 58 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
الصفحة 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
الصفحة 60 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
الصفحة 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
الصفحة 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
الصفحة 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
الصفحة 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.