The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 681790 |
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... rage , Bullies the bulky phantom off the stage . He , who in earneft ftudies o'er his part , Will find true nature cling about his heart . The modes of grief are not included all In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl ; A fingle ...
... rage , Bullies the bulky phantom off the stage . He , who in earneft ftudies o'er his part , Will find true nature cling about his heart . The modes of grief are not included all In the white handkerchief and mournful drawl ; A fingle ...
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... rage , Italian fquallers oft difgrace the stage ; When , with a fimp'ring leer , and bow profound , The fqueaking Cyrus greets the boxes round ; Or proud Mandane , of imperial race , Familiar drops a curt'fie to her grace . To fuit the ...
... rage , Italian fquallers oft difgrace the stage ; When , with a fimp'ring leer , and bow profound , The fqueaking Cyrus greets the boxes round ; Or proud Mandane , of imperial race , Familiar drops a curt'fie to her grace . To fuit the ...
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... rage , " ' Tis blafphemy against that stage , .. Which Æfchylus his warmth defign'd , Euripides his tafte refin'd , 66 " And Sophocles his last direction , 86 Stamp'd with the fignet of perfection . " Perfection ! ' tis a word ideal ...
... rage , " ' Tis blafphemy against that stage , .. Which Æfchylus his warmth defign'd , Euripides his tafte refin'd , 66 " And Sophocles his last direction , 86 Stamp'd with the fignet of perfection . " Perfection ! ' tis a word ideal ...
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... rage ; To be an arrant go - between , Chief - mourner at each dismal scene ; Shewing its forrow , or delight , By shifting dances , left and right , Not much unlike our modern notions , Adagio or Allegro motions ; To watch upon the deep ...
... rage ; To be an arrant go - between , Chief - mourner at each dismal scene ; Shewing its forrow , or delight , By shifting dances , left and right , Not much unlike our modern notions , Adagio or Allegro motions ; To watch upon the deep ...
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... rage , From models of a former age ; The bright original he took , And tore the leaf from nature's book . ' Tis Shakspeare , thus , who ftands alone- -But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The ...
... rage , From models of a former age ; The bright original he took , And tore the leaf from nature's book . ' Tis Shakspeare , thus , who ftands alone- -But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The ...
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Страница 328 - 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.
Страница 338 - 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 338 - 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 330 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. 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.
Страница 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
Страница 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
Страница 328 - 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 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th