The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 12J. Johnson, 1810 - 640 страници |
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... shine in the most agreeable , though not most strong and dazzling light in your public station you com- manded admiration and honour ; in your private , you attract love and esteem : the nobler parts of your life will be the subject of ...
... shine in the most agreeable , though not most strong and dazzling light in your public station you com- manded admiration and honour ; in your private , you attract love and esteem : the nobler parts of your life will be the subject of ...
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... Shine from the hills , or glitter from the trees ? Say , why , in lucid drops , the balmy rain With sparklings gems impearls the spangled plain ? Or , gathering in the vale , a current flows , And on each flower a sudden spring bestows ...
... Shine from the hills , or glitter from the trees ? Say , why , in lucid drops , the balmy rain With sparklings gems impearls the spangled plain ? Or , gathering in the vale , a current flows , And on each flower a sudden spring bestows ...
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... Shine in thy face , and in thy bosom glow . So when the holy mount the prophet trod , And talk'd familiar as a friend with God , Celestial radiance every feature shed , And ambient glories dawn'd around his head . Sure what th ...
... Shine in thy face , and in thy bosom glow . So when the holy mount the prophet trod , And talk'd familiar as a friend with God , Celestial radiance every feature shed , And ambient glories dawn'd around his head . Sure what th ...
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... shine with death ; In fiery storms descends a murderous shower , Thick flash the lightnings , fierce the thunders roar , As when in wrathful mood almighty Jove Aims his dire bolts red - hissing from above ; Through the sing'd air , with ...
... shine with death ; In fiery storms descends a murderous shower , Thick flash the lightnings , fierce the thunders roar , As when in wrathful mood almighty Jove Aims his dire bolts red - hissing from above ; Through the sing'd air , with ...
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... Shine forth , thou Sun , bright ruler of the day ; And where she treads , ve flowers , adorn the way ! Rejoice , ye groves ; my heart , dismiss thy cares ? My goddess comes , my Rosalind appears ! FOVERTY AND POETRY . ' TWAS sung of old ...
... Shine forth , thou Sun , bright ruler of the day ; And where she treads , ve flowers , adorn the way ! Rejoice , ye groves ; my heart , dismiss thy cares ? My goddess comes , my Rosalind appears ! FOVERTY AND POETRY . ' TWAS sung of old ...
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Страница 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Страница 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
Страница 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
Страница 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
Страница 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
Страница 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Страница 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Страница 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
Страница 219 - As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.