The Works of the English Poets: SavageSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rise , Fragrant with grace , and pleafing to the skies ! And when that form fhall from its clay refine , ( That only bar betwixt my foul and thine ! ) When thy lov'd fpirit mounts to realms of light , 345 Then fhall Olympia aid thy ...
... rise , Fragrant with grace , and pleafing to the skies ! And when that form fhall from its clay refine , ( That only bar betwixt my foul and thine ! ) When thy lov'd fpirit mounts to realms of light , 345 Then fhall Olympia aid thy ...
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... rising shades attempt the day to close . Thus my new friend : Behold the light's decay : Back to yon city let me point thy way . South - weft , behind yon hill , the floping fun , To ocean's verge his fluent courfe has run : His parting ...
... rising shades attempt the day to close . Thus my new friend : Behold the light's decay : Back to yon city let me point thy way . South - weft , behind yon hill , the floping fun , To ocean's verge his fluent courfe has run : His parting ...
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... rising glare ! See ! flames , condens'd now vary her attire ; Her face , a broad circumference of fire . Dark firs feem kindled in nocturnal blaze ; Through ranks of pines , her broken luftre plays , Here glares , there brown ...
... rising glare ! See ! flames , condens'd now vary her attire ; Her face , a broad circumference of fire . Dark firs feem kindled in nocturnal blaze ; Through ranks of pines , her broken luftre plays , Here glares , there brown ...
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... rise , And all was dark , or wild , to Fancy's eyes . ; 10 But hark ! a gladdening voice all nature chears ! 15 Difperfe , ye glooms ! a day of joy appears ? Hail , happy day ! - ' Twas on thy glorious morn , The first , the fairest of ...
... rise , And all was dark , or wild , to Fancy's eyes . ; 10 But hark ! a gladdening voice all nature chears ! 15 Difperfe , ye glooms ! a day of joy appears ? Hail , happy day ! - ' Twas on thy glorious morn , The first , the fairest of ...
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... rise ! Nor ( taught by Commerce ) joys in that alone ; But fees the harvest of a world his own . 75 80 Hence thy juft praise , thou mild , majestic Thames ! 85 Rich river ! richer than Pactolus ' ftreams ! Than thofe renown'd of yore ...
... rise ! Nor ( taught by Commerce ) joys in that alone ; But fees the harvest of a world his own . 75 80 Hence thy juft praise , thou mild , majestic Thames ! 85 Rich river ! richer than Pactolus ' ftreams ! Than thofe renown'd of yore ...
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Страница 99 - Thus fliall your poet his low genius raife, And charm the world with truths too vaft for praife. Nor need I dwell on glories all your own, Since furer means to tempt your fmiles are known ; Your poet fhall allot your Lord his part, And paint him in his nobleft throne — your heart. Is there a greatnefs that adorns Him beft, A...
Страница 84 - ... of homeshed blood from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me! through Pity's eye condemned to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate ; Grieved I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young, and unthoughtful then; who knows, one day, What ripening virtues might have made their way?
Страница 134 - Contending faftions croud to hear its roar ! 95 But when once heard, it dies to noife no more. From thefe no anfwer, no applaufe from thofe, O'er half they fimper, and o'er half they doze. So when in fenate, with egregious pate, Perks up Sir in fome deep debate ; 100 U 4 He * THE MINUTES OF MONS.
Страница 104 - twixt pendent worlds, it wondering strays, Worlds which, unnumber'd as thy virtues, roll Hound suns — fix'd, radiant emblems of thy soul ! Hence lights refracted run through distant skies, Changeful on azure plains in quivering dyes ! So thy mind darted through its earthy frame, A wide, a various, and a glittering flame.
Страница 60 - The leaf the silk.emitting reptile feeds. As swans their down, as flocks their fleeces leave, Here worms for man their glossy entrails weave. Hence to adorn the fair, in texture gay, Sprigs, fruits and flowers on figur'd vestments plaj.
Страница 36 - Till now, the tranfient glow, remote and loft, Decays, and darkens 'mid involving froft ! Or when it, funward, drinks rich beams again, And burns imperious on th...
Страница 88 - Still ftream your colours rich with Clio's rays ! Sure at each kindling touch your canvafs glows ! Sure the full form, inftinct with fpirit, grows ! Let the dull artift puzzling rules explore, Dwell on the face, and gaze the features o'er ; You eye the foul — there genuine nature find, You, thro' the meaning mufcles, ftrike the mind.
Страница 106 - To social manners, and the heart humane, A nature ever great, and never vain ; . A wit, that no licentious pertness knows...
Страница 151 - Horfes and thy human Hogs ; Upftarts and Mufhrooms, proud, relentlefs Hearts ; Thou Blank of Sciences ! Thou Dearth of Arts ! Such Foes as Learning once was doom'd to fee ; Huns, Goths, and Vcmdah were but Types of Thee.
Страница 57 - Here, friend ! — this little copper alms receive, Instance of will, without the power to give. Hermit, if here with pity we reflect, How must we grieve, when learning meets neglect...