The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... thou , Browne Willis , thou may'st see the jest . But what can cure our vanity of mind , Deaf to reproof , and to discovery blind ? Let Crooke , a brother scholiast Shakspeare call , Tibbald , to Hesiod - Cooke returns the ball . So ...
... thou , Browne Willis , thou may'st see the jest . But what can cure our vanity of mind , Deaf to reproof , and to discovery blind ? Let Crooke , a brother scholiast Shakspeare call , Tibbald , to Hesiod - Cooke returns the ball . So ...
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... thou good unknown , If woes , for ever wedded to despair , That wish no cure , are thine , behold in me A meet companion ; one whom Earth and Heaven Combine to curse ; whom never future morn Shall light to joy , nor evening with repose ...
... thou good unknown , If woes , for ever wedded to despair , That wish no cure , are thine , behold in me A meet companion ; one whom Earth and Heaven Combine to curse ; whom never future morn Shall light to joy , nor evening with repose ...
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... thou art , yet stay Thy hand self - violent ; nor thus to guilt , If guilt is thine , accumulating add A crime that Nature shrinks from , and to which Heaven has indulg'd no mercy . Sovereign Judge ! Shall man first violate the law ...
... thou art , yet stay Thy hand self - violent ; nor thus to guilt , If guilt is thine , accumulating add A crime that Nature shrinks from , and to which Heaven has indulg'd no mercy . Sovereign Judge ! Shall man first violate the law ...
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... thou art Virtue's friend : Ev'n Age , and Truth severe , in reading thee , That Heaven inspires the Muse , convinc'd , agree . Thus I dare sing of merit , faintly known , Friendless - supported by itself alone : For those , whose aided ...
... thou art Virtue's friend : Ev'n Age , and Truth severe , in reading thee , That Heaven inspires the Muse , convinc'd , agree . Thus I dare sing of merit , faintly known , Friendless - supported by itself alone : For those , whose aided ...
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... Thou , alas ! Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord Of Nature and his works ? to lift thy voice Against the sovereign order he decreed , All good and lovely ? to blaspheme the bands Of tenderness innate , and social love , Holiest ...
... Thou , alas ! Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord Of Nature and his works ? to lift thy voice Against the sovereign order he decreed , All good and lovely ? to blaspheme the bands Of tenderness innate , and social love , Holiest ...
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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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...