Bell's Edition, Томове 25–26J. Bell, 1800 |
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... grave that's dust without and stink within ; And like that tender stalk , at whose end stands The wood - bine quivering , are her arms and hands ; Like rough - bark'd elm - boughs , or the russet skin Of men late scourg'd for madness or ...
... grave that's dust without and stink within ; And like that tender stalk , at whose end stands The wood - bine quivering , are her arms and hands ; Like rough - bark'd elm - boughs , or the russet skin Of men late scourg'd for madness or ...
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... graves they were , They were Love's graves , or else he is no where Yet lies not Love dead here , but here doth site Vow'd to this trench , like an anachorit ; And here , till her's , which must be his death , come , He doth not dig a grave ...
... graves they were , They were Love's graves , or else he is no where Yet lies not Love dead here , but here doth site Vow'd to this trench , like an anachorit ; And here , till her's , which must be his death , come , He doth not dig a grave ...
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... grave doth lay , Unto the fire these martyrs I betray .. Good souls ! ( for you give life to every thing ) Good angels ! ( for good messages you bring ) Destin'd you might have been to such an one As would have loy'd and worshipp'd you ...
... grave doth lay , Unto the fire these martyrs I betray .. Good souls ! ( for you give life to every thing ) Good angels ! ( for good messages you bring ) Destin'd you might have been to such an one As would have loy'd and worshipp'd you ...
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... grave . M The nose ( like to the sweet meridian ) runs and M Not ' twixt an east and west , but ' twixt two suns ; It leaves a cheek a rosy hemisphere On either side , and then directs us where Upon the Islands Fortunate we fall , Not ...
... grave . M The nose ( like to the sweet meridian ) runs and M Not ' twixt an east and west , but ' twixt two suns ; It leaves a cheek a rosy hemisphere On either side , and then directs us where Upon the Islands Fortunate we fall , Not ...
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... grave could do , to I saw not why verse might not do so too . 11 ssani¶ Verse hath a middle nature ; heav'n keeps souls , " wEI The grave keeps bodies , verse the fame enrolls , 237 474 A FUNERAL ELEGY . ' Tis loss to trust a tomb with ...
... grave could do , to I saw not why verse might not do so too . 11 ssani¶ Verse hath a middle nature ; heav'n keeps souls , " wEI The grave keeps bodies , verse the fame enrolls , 237 474 A FUNERAL ELEGY . ' Tis loss to trust a tomb with ...
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altho ancient Androgeus arms Atride bear beasts beauty blood body Calchas Carthage cold ashes Cooper's Hill COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dark dead death delight Dido Donne dost doth dwell Dymas earth ELEGY ev'n ev'ry Exeter Exchange eyes fair faith fall fame fate father fear fire flame foes force friends gave give gods gold grave grief grow hand happy hast hath heart heav'n honour hope Hugh Peters Hypanis immortal Iphitus Jove's kings leave less light live lost lov'd man's mind Muse Nature never numbers plac'd pleasure poets pow'r praise Priam prince Pyrrhus rage reason rhyme Rome Samnites seem'd sense shalt Sir John Denham soul stood Tarentum tears thee thence thine things thou art thoughts thro thyself triumph Trojan Troy truth Twas twixt unto verse virtue Whilst wise words wound youth
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Страница ix - No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Страница xi - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Страница x - Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance, And rather in the dark to grope our way Than, led by a false guide, to err by day...
Страница 191 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Страница xiii - But his proud head the airy mountain hides among the clouds ; his shoulders and his sides a shady mantle clothes ; his curled brows frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows, while winds and storms his lofty forehead beat; the common fate of all that's high or great.
Страница x - My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays. Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity ; Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold * : His genuine and less guilty...
Страница v - Sure there are poets which did never dream upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream • of Helicon ; we therefore may suppose those made not poets, but the poets those...
Страница 191 - is the work that confers upon him the rank and dignity of an original author. He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to b« poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
Страница 191 - The lines are in themselves not perfect ; for most of the words, thus artfully opposed, are to be understood simply on one side of the comparison, and metaphorically on the other ; and if there be any language which does not express intellectual operations, by material images, into that language they cannot be translated.
Страница xv - But whither am I stray'd ? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise : Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built, Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.