Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Том 7John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 страници |
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... genius bends to earth , And mourns the fatal day : While stain'd with blood he strives to tear Unseemly from his sea - green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance C 2.
... genius bends to earth , And mourns the fatal day : While stain'd with blood he strives to tear Unseemly from his sea - green hair The wreaths of cheerful May : The thoughts which musing Pity pays , And fond Remembrance C 2.
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... tear : If yet , in Sorrow's distant eye , Expos'd and pale thou see'st him lie , Wild war insulting near : Where'er from time thou court'st relief , The Muse shall still , with social grief , Her gentlest promise keep : E'en humble ...
... tear : If yet , in Sorrow's distant eye , Expos'd and pale thou see'st him lie , Wild war insulting near : Where'er from time thou court'st relief , The Muse shall still , with social grief , Her gentlest promise keep : E'en humble ...
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... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell , How Rome , before thy face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd by a wild and artless race , From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke ...
... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell , How Rome , before thy face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Push'd by a wild and artless race , From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke ...
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... Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd , till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd , till Pity's self be dead . 31 AN ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS 30 COLLINS . Dirge in ...
... Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd , till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd , till Pity's self be dead . 31 AN ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS 30 COLLINS . Dirge in ...
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... A fiery meteor , called by various names , such as Will with the Wisp , Jack with the Lantern , & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . What now remains but tears and hopeless sighs ? His SUPERSTITIONS OF SCOTLAND . 35 35.
... A fiery meteor , called by various names , such as Will with the Wisp , Jack with the Lantern , & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . What now remains but tears and hopeless sighs ? His SUPERSTITIONS OF SCOTLAND . 35 35.
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ambition AMBROSE PHILIPS angels ANTISTROPHE art thou Behold beneath bids blest bliss blood divine bosom breast call'd CHARLES CHURCHILL charms dark death Deity delight divine Dost dread dust e'en Earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair Falstaff fame fate fear flame foes folly fond fool give glorious glory grave grief Grongar Hill guilt happiness heart Heaven hope horrour hour human infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind mortal mourn Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace pleasure praise pride proud reason rise round ruin sacred scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal stings storm sweet tempest terrour thee theme thine thou thought throne thy disease tomb tremble triumph truth vale virtue virtue's wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE Winchester College wing wisdom wise wretched
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Страница 30 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where...
Страница 166 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Страница 18 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Страница 158 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Страница 153 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Страница 26 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Страница 165 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 19 - 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-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Страница 47 - Below me trees unnumbered 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 Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Страница 26 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...