The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Rome , and Carthage are no more , The world almost in flavish floth diffolv'd . 195 200 For this , these rocks around your coaft were thrown , For this , your oaks , peculiar harden'd , shoot Strong into sturdy growth ; for this , your ...
... Rome , and Carthage are no more , The world almost in flavish floth diffolv'd . 195 200 For this , these rocks around your coaft were thrown , For this , your oaks , peculiar harden'd , shoot Strong into sturdy growth ; for this , your ...
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... Rome . The Goddefs of Liberty , who is supposed to speak through the whole , appears , characterized as British Liberty ; to ver . 44. Gives a view of ancient Italy , and par- ticularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and ...
... Rome . The Goddefs of Liberty , who is supposed to speak through the whole , appears , characterized as British Liberty ; to ver . 44. Gives a view of ancient Italy , and par- ticularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and ...
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... Rome , The tomb of empire ! ruins ! that efface Whate'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can boast . ૬ 30 15 20 Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand C VOL II . Led Led me anew o'er ...
... Rome , The tomb of empire ! ruins ! that efface Whate'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can boast . ૬ 30 15 20 Snatch'd by these wonders to that world where thought Unfetter'd ranges , Fancy's magic hand C VOL II . Led Led me anew o'er ...
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... Rome ; Far - fhining upward to the Sabine hills , To Anio's roar , and Tibur's olive fhade ; To where Preneste lifts her airy brow ; Or downward spreading to the funny shore , Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main . See diftant ...
... Rome ; Far - fhining upward to the Sabine hills , To Anio's roar , and Tibur's olive fhade ; To where Preneste lifts her airy brow ; Or downward spreading to the funny shore , Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main . See diftant ...
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... Rome , the mighty city ! speak The full - exerted genius of thy reign . Behold her rife amid the lifeless waste , Expiring nature all corrupted round ; While the lone Tyber , through the defert plain , C 4 200 Winds Winds his wafte ...
... Rome , the mighty city ! speak The full - exerted genius of thy reign . Behold her rife amid the lifeless waste , Expiring nature all corrupted round ; While the lone Tyber , through the defert plain , C 4 200 Winds Winds his wafte ...
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Страница 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Страница 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Страница 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Страница 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Страница 280 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Страница 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Страница 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Страница 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Страница 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Страница 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!