The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... Muse renew her noblest lay . " VERSES OCCASIONED BY DR . FRAZER'S REBUILDING PART OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ABERDEEN . In times long past , ere Wealth was Learning's foe , And dar'd despise the worth he would not know ; Fre mitred Pride ...
... Muse renew her noblest lay . " VERSES OCCASIONED BY DR . FRAZER'S REBUILDING PART OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ABERDEEN . In times long past , ere Wealth was Learning's foe , And dar'd despise the worth he would not know ; Fre mitred Pride ...
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... Muse This airy rape delighted views ; Yet she , for honour guides her lays , Enjoying yet , disdains to praise . If Frenchmen always fight with odds , Are they a pattern for the gods ? Can Russia , can th ' Hungarian vampire 4 , With ...
... Muse This airy rape delighted views ; Yet she , for honour guides her lays , Enjoying yet , disdains to praise . If Frenchmen always fight with odds , Are they a pattern for the gods ? Can Russia , can th ' Hungarian vampire 4 , With ...
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... Muse , convinc'd , agree . Thus I dare sing of merit , faintly known , Friendless - supported by itself alone : For those , whose aided will could lift thee high In fortune , see not with Discernment's eye . Nor place , nor power ...
... Muse , convinc'd , agree . Thus I dare sing of merit , faintly known , Friendless - supported by itself alone : For those , whose aided will could lift thee high In fortune , see not with Discernment's eye . Nor place , nor power ...
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... Muse and each fair Science pin'd away The sordid hours : while foul , barbarian hands 580 Their mysteries profan'd , unstrung the lyre , And chain'd the soaring pinion down to Earth . At last the Muses rose , and spurn'd their bonds ...
... Muse and each fair Science pin'd away The sordid hours : while foul , barbarian hands 580 Their mysteries profan'd , unstrung the lyre , And chain'd the soaring pinion down to Earth . At last the Muses rose , and spurn'd their bonds ...
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... Muse , Her shades to visit and to taste her springs , If some distinguish'd hours the bounteous Muse Impart , and grant ( what she and she alone Can grant to mortals ) that my hand those wreaths Of fame and honest favour , which the ...
... Muse , Her shades to visit and to taste her springs , If some distinguish'd hours the bounteous Muse Impart , and grant ( what she and she alone Can grant to mortals ) that my hand those wreaths Of fame and honest favour , which the ...
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Страница 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Страница 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Страница 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Страница 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Страница 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Страница 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Страница 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Страница 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Страница 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...