The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, المجلد 581790 |
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الصفحة 4
... fhall blind , when once he fires the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As spots on ermin beautify the skin : Who seeks fecure to rule , be first her care Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair ; Each tender paffion man ...
... fhall blind , when once he fires the swain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win , As spots on ermin beautify the skin : Who seeks fecure to rule , be first her care Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair ; Each tender paffion man ...
الصفحة 5
... fhall return again . Come thou , whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are clear , To lead the train , fweet Modefty appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd - girls fhall own thee for their queen . With thee be ...
... fhall return again . Come thou , whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are clear , To lead the train , fweet Modefty appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd - girls fhall own thee for their queen . With thee be ...
الصفحة 6
... fhall Thirst affuage , When fails this cruife , his unrelenting rage ? Soon fhall this fcrip its precious load refign ; Then what but tears and hunger fhall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more ...
... fhall Thirst affuage , When fails this cruife , his unrelenting rage ? Soon fhall this fcrip its precious load refign ; Then what but tears and hunger fhall be thine ? Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more ...
الصفحة 14
... fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian fwains , that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare , To shield your harvests , and defend your fair : The Turk and Tartar ...
... fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian fwains , that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare , To shield your harvests , and defend your fair : The Turk and Tartar ...
الصفحة 16
... fhall well relate , How chance , or hard involving fate , O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Mufe fhall near her stand , And fighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In ...
... fhall well relate , How chance , or hard involving fate , O'er mortal bliss prevail : The buskin'd Mufe fhall near her stand , And fighing prompt her tender hand , With each disastrous tale . There let me oft , retir'd by day , In ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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.