The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 641790 |
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... grace to win . ODE VII . TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER , M.DCC.LIV . . I. OR toils which patriots have endur'd , For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , Fo In every nation Time difplays The palm of honourable ...
... grace to win . ODE VII . TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER , M.DCC.LIV . . I. OR toils which patriots have endur'd , For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , Fo In every nation Time difplays The palm of honourable ...
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... grace . XV . Of wealth , power , freedom , thou ! the caufe Foundrefs of order , cities , laws , Of arts inventress , thou ! Without thee , what were human - kind ? How vaft their wants , their thoughts how blind ! Their joys how mean ...
... grace . XV . Of wealth , power , freedom , thou ! the caufe Foundrefs of order , cities , laws , Of arts inventress , thou ! Without thee , what were human - kind ? How vaft their wants , their thoughts how blind ! Their joys how mean ...
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... grace his obfequies . " Is the fable Warrior fled ? 66 Thy fon is gone . He refts among the Dead . " The Swarm , that in the noon - tide beam were born ; " Gone to falute the rifing Morn . " Fair | laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr ...
... grace his obfequies . " Is the fable Warrior fled ? 66 Thy fon is gone . He refts among the Dead . " The Swarm , that in the noon - tide beam were born ; " Gone to falute the rifing Morn . " Fair | laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr ...
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... grace . • 16 What ftrings fymphonious tremble in the air , What strains of vocal tranfport round her play ; • Hear from the grave , great Talieffin || , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay , * It was the common belief of the ...
... grace . • 16 What ftrings fymphonious tremble in the air , What strains of vocal tranfport round her play ; • Hear from the grave , great Talieffin || , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay , * It was the common belief of the ...
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... Grace Auguftus - Henry Fitzroy , Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the Uni verfity . 66 H I. TENCE , avaunt ( ' tis holy ground ) , 66 Comus , and his midnight - crew , " And Ignorance with looks profound , " And dreaming Sloth of pallid ...
... Grace Auguftus - Henry Fitzroy , Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the Uni verfity . 66 H I. TENCE , avaunt ( ' tis holy ground ) , 66 Comus , and his midnight - crew , " And Ignorance with looks profound , " And dreaming Sloth of pallid ...
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Страница 204 - 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, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 197 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 201 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 197 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 197 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.