The Works of the English Poets: SavageH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... swell the watery found ; And hence the ftreamlets feek the terrace ' fhade , Within , without , alike to all convey'd . 310 Pafs on - New fcenes , by my creative power , Invite Reflection's fweet and folemn hour . 315 C We 320 We enter ...
... swell the watery found ; And hence the ftreamlets feek the terrace ' fhade , Within , without , alike to all convey'd . 310 Pafs on - New fcenes , by my creative power , Invite Reflection's fweet and folemn hour . 315 C We 320 We enter ...
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... repentance call !; Meek martyrs fmile in flames ! gor'd champions groan ! And mufe - like cherubs tune their harps in stone ! C 3 Next Next fhadow'd light a rounding force bestows , Swells into THE WANDERER , CANTO I. 21.
... repentance call !; Meek martyrs fmile in flames ! gor'd champions groan ! And mufe - like cherubs tune their harps in stone ! C 3 Next Next fhadow'd light a rounding force bestows , Swells into THE WANDERER , CANTO I. 21.
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Samuel Johnson. Next fhadow'd light a rounding force bestows , Swells into life , and speaking action grows ! Here pleafing , melancholy fubjects find , To calm , amufe , exalt the pensive mind ! This figure tender grief , like mine ...
Samuel Johnson. Next fhadow'd light a rounding force bestows , Swells into life , and speaking action grows ! Here pleafing , melancholy fubjects find , To calm , amufe , exalt the pensive mind ! This figure tender grief , like mine ...
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... Swell my full heart , and heave my labouring breast ! 160 With struggling starts , each vital string they strain , And ftrike the tottering fabric of my brain ! O'er my funk spirits frowns a vapoury fcene , Woe's dark retreat ! the ...
... Swell my full heart , and heave my labouring breast ! 160 With struggling starts , each vital string they strain , And ftrike the tottering fabric of my brain ! O'er my funk spirits frowns a vapoury fcene , Woe's dark retreat ! the ...
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... swells his fate ; Griev'd I forgive , and am grown cool too late . Young , and unthoughtful then ; who knows , one day , What ripening virtues might have made their way ! 80 He might have liv'd till folly died in shame , Till kindling ...
... swells his fate ; Griev'd I forgive , and am grown cool too late . Young , and unthoughtful then ; who knows , one day , What ripening virtues might have made their way ! 80 He might have liv'd till folly died in shame , Till kindling ...
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AARON HILL æther beauty behold bleffing blifs bloom bluſh breaſt BRIDGET JONES bright cenfure charms circle of deceit clouds defcend defire deſpair diſplay divine eaſe ev'n fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fcorn feem feen ferene fhade fhall fhine fhould fighs fing fire firſt flame fmile foes foft fome fong fons forrows foul fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams ftrike fuch fweet fwelling glows grace grief heart heaven honours infpire juft Juftice light loft luftre mind moſt Mufe mufic Muſe muſt ne'er o'er Olympia paffion pity pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride purſue raiſe rays refin'd rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhows ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought truth virtue wealth weep whofe Whoſe wild wind youth
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Страница 88 - Her fmile more cheerful than a vernal morn, All life ! all bloom ! of Youth and Fancy born. Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her fubmit ! She looks her Sire, and fpeaks her Mother's wit. O'er the gay world the fweet infpirer reigns . Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp fuftains.
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