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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... stands unmov'd , Pure as th ' expanse of Heaven , and Heaven reflects From its broad - glittering mirror ; now with ... stand , and gaze ! Such are thy beauties , Rainham , such the haunts Of angels , in primeval guiltless days , When ...
... stands unmov'd , Pure as th ' expanse of Heaven , and Heaven reflects From its broad - glittering mirror ; now with ... stand , and gaze ! Such are thy beauties , Rainham , such the haunts Of angels , in primeval guiltless days , When ...
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... stand , Grasping omnipotence in his right hand ; Then mighty earthquakes rock'd the ground , And the Sun darken'd as he frown'd : He dealt Affliction from his van , And wild Confusion from his rear ; They through the tents of Cushan ran ...
... stand , Grasping omnipotence in his right hand ; Then mighty earthquakes rock'd the ground , And the Sun darken'd as he frown'd : He dealt Affliction from his van , And wild Confusion from his rear ; They through the tents of Cushan ran ...
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... stands His banner'd host , embodied bands by bands ! Hark ! the shrill trumpet sends a mortal sound , And prancing horses shake the solid ground ; The surly drums beat terrible afar , With all the dreadful music of the war ; From the ...
... stands His banner'd host , embodied bands by bands ! Hark ! the shrill trumpet sends a mortal sound , And prancing horses shake the solid ground ; The surly drums beat terrible afar , With all the dreadful music of the war ; From the ...
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... stands . Yet , painter , yet , though Art with Nature strive , Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive , Submit thy vanquish'd art ! and own the draught , Though fair , defective , and a beauteous fault : Charms , such as hers ...
... stands . Yet , painter , yet , though Art with Nature strive , Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive , Submit thy vanquish'd art ! and own the draught , Though fair , defective , and a beauteous fault : Charms , such as hers ...
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... stands : Ere yet a few hours more have run their course , Important space ! Greece triumphis , or Greece falls ! But , since an old man's cares thy pity moves , Haste , generous youth , with speed to council call Meges the brave , and ...
... stands : Ere yet a few hours more have run their course , Important space ! Greece triumphis , or Greece falls ! But , since an old man's cares thy pity moves , Haste , generous youth , with speed to council call Meges the brave , and ...
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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.