The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, المجلد 581790 |
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... ancient legends fay , The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along , The fhepherds lov'd , and Selim bless'd his fong . E C- B 3 ECLOGUE II . Haffan ; or the Camel - driver ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . 5.
... ancient legends fay , The maids of Bagdat verified the lay : Dear to the plains , the Virtues came along , The fhepherds lov'd , and Selim bless'd his fong . E C- B 3 ECLOGUE II . Haffan ; or the Camel - driver ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . 5.
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... ancient trump he reach'd was hung ; Thither oft his glory greeting , From Waller's myrtle fhades retreating , With many a vow from Hope's afpiring tongue , My trembling feet his guiding steps purfue ; In vain - Such blifs to one alone ...
... ancient trump he reach'd was hung ; Thither oft his glory greeting , From Waller's myrtle fhades retreating , With many a vow from Hope's afpiring tongue , My trembling feet his guiding steps purfue ; In vain - Such blifs to one alone ...
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... ancient writer whatever has taken any notice of them , nor even any one modern , pre- vious to the above period . + Second fight is the term that is ufed for the divination of the Highlanders . The late Duke of Cumberland , who defeated ...
... ancient writer whatever has taken any notice of them , nor even any one modern , pre- vious to the above period . + Second fight is the term that is ufed for the divination of the Highlanders . The late Duke of Cumberland , who defeated ...
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... the ruins of a chapel there . ✦ Icolmkill , one of the Hebrides , where near fixty of the ancient Scottish , Irish , and Norwegian kings are interred . Then Then to my ear tranfmit fome gentle fong , Of 62 ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.
... the ruins of a chapel there . ✦ Icolmkill , one of the Hebrides , where near fixty of the ancient Scottish , Irish , and Norwegian kings are interred . Then Then to my ear tranfmit fome gentle fong , Of 62 ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.
الصفحة 68
... ancient poems treat of agriculture , aftronomy , and other objects within the rural and natural fyftems . What constitutes the difference between the Georgic and the Pastoral , is love and the colloquial or dramatic form of compofition ...
... ancient poems treat of agriculture , aftronomy , and other objects within the rural and natural fyftems . What constitutes the difference between the Georgic and the Pastoral , is love and the colloquial or dramatic form of compofition ...
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AARON HILL Ægyptus æther ancient ariſe beauteous behold beneath bleft boaſt breathe charm chearful clime coaft courſe CYMBELINE deep delight deſcription diftant dreft duft eaſe eclogue erft ev'n facred fair Falernum fame fcene feek fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fide filent firſt fleece flocks flowers foft folemn fome fong fons ftill ftores ftrain fubject fuch fwains fweet fwell Gaul green GRONGAR HILL groves hand heart hills ifle induſtry iſle lofty loom lov'd maid meaſure moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe numbers nymphs o'er paffions paftures plains pleaſure poet proud raiſe realms rife riſe rocks ruins ſcene ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhe ſheep ſhore ſkill ſky ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtream ſtreets ſtrong ſwain ſweet thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil trade uſe vale vallies verſe virtue wave wealth whofe whoſe wild wind wiſhes woods wool youth
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الصفحة 24 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
الصفحة 98 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
الصفحة 35 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
الصفحة 41 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
الصفحة 87 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
الصفحة 76 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
الصفحة 114 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
الصفحة 112 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
الصفحة 111 - Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, ' The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, queen of love...
الصفحة 56 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.