The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, B. D.: Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford; and Poet Laureate..At the University Press, for W. Hanwell and J. Parker; and F. and C. Rivington, London., 1802 |
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الصفحة cviii
... grace the monument , and record the abilities , of Warton . " Mille habet ornatus , " mille decenter habet . " A fhort comparison of their studies and per- formances may not be altogether uninteresting . m Gray ( as we have already feen ) ...
... grace the monument , and record the abilities , of Warton . " Mille habet ornatus , " mille decenter habet . " A fhort comparison of their studies and per- formances may not be altogether uninteresting . m Gray ( as we have already feen ) ...
الصفحة cxvii
... the flippancy and point of the modern epigrammatifts of Martial's school , and the chaftifed and fimple grace of the Greek , and earlier Latin , models . His greatest work in this department is clearly his edition i 3 [ .cxvii ]
... the flippancy and point of the modern epigrammatifts of Martial's school , and the chaftifed and fimple grace of the Greek , and earlier Latin , models . His greatest work in this department is clearly his edition i 3 [ .cxvii ]
الصفحة cxlvi
... grace . There is fomewhat of grotefque in the rude grandeur of the middle ages , which would hardly escape a man of the humorous propenfities of our Author , and which he has transfused into one part of this poem with touches of ...
... grace . There is fomewhat of grotefque in the rude grandeur of the middle ages , which would hardly escape a man of the humorous propenfities of our Author , and which he has transfused into one part of this poem with touches of ...
الصفحة 26
... grace . III . 12 How well he knew to turn from flattery's fhrine , To drop the fweeping pall of fcepter'd pride ; Led by calm thought to paths of eglantine , And rural walks on Ifis ' tufted fide ; To rove at large amid the landskips ...
... grace . III . 12 How well he knew to turn from flattery's fhrine , To drop the fweeping pall of fcepter'd pride ; Led by calm thought to paths of eglantine , And rural walks on Ifis ' tufted fide ; To rove at large amid the landskips ...
الصفحة 33
... grace heroic reigns , Where could her glance a theme of triumph own So dear to fame as GEORGE's trophied throne ? 40 At whose firm base , thy ftedfast foul afpires To wake a mighty nation's ancient fires : Afpires to baffle faction's ...
... grace heroic reigns , Where could her glance a theme of triumph own So dear to fame as GEORGE's trophied throne ? 40 At whose firm base , thy ftedfast foul afpires To wake a mighty nation's ancient fires : Afpires to baffle faction's ...
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الصفحة 154 - 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 ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
الصفحة 181 - If chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet Extend his evening beam, the fields revive, The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
الصفحة 101 - At eve within yon studious nook, I ope my brass-embossed book, Portray'd with many a holy deed Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed : Then, as my taper waxes dim, Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn ; And at the close, the gleams behold Of parting wings bedropt with gold.
الصفحة 59 - Sudden, the sombrous imagery is fled, Which late my visionary rapture fed: Thy powerful hand has broke the Gothic chain, And brought my bosom back to truth again; To truth, by no peculiar...
الصفحة 36 - he was one of those divine men who, like a chapel in a palace, remain unprofaned, while all the rest is tyranny, corruption, and folly.
الصفحة 20 - Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade: Bade him the steel for British freedom draw, And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw...
الصفحة 7 - Still let the drones of her exhaustless hive On rich pluralities supinely thrive : Still let her senates titled slaves revere, Nor dare to know the patriot from the peer ; No longer charm'd by Virtue's lofty song, Once heard sage Milton's manly tones among, Where Cam, meandering thro' the matted reeds, With loitering wave his groves of laurel feeds.
الصفحة cxlviii - Forth iffuing, on a fummer's morn, to breathe Among the pleafant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight. The fmell of grain, or tedded grafs, or kine, Or dairy ; each rural fight, each rural found.
الصفحة 90 - Pour all her splendours on th' empurpled scene ; Yet feels the hoary Hermit truer joys, As from the cliff, that o'er his cavern hangs, He views the piles of fall'n Persepolis In deep arrangement hide the darksome plain.
الصفحة 70 - Of purple spring, where all the wanton train Of smiles and graces seem to lead the dance In sportive round, while from their hands they show'r Ambrosial blooms and flow'rs, no longer charm ; Tempe, no more I court thy balmy breeze, Adieu, green vales ! ye broider'd meads, adieu ! Beneath yon...