The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 15Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... things now around look gay , Why mayn't I laugh , as well as they ? The fair , the young , my hours beguile , And Cytherea ever wears a smile , Creative goddess of the Spring ! No more of Winter's storms I sing , See May in wanton joy ...
... things now around look gay , Why mayn't I laugh , as well as they ? The fair , the young , my hours beguile , And Cytherea ever wears a smile , Creative goddess of the Spring ! No more of Winter's storms I sing , See May in wanton joy ...
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... things are passed away , and lo ! all things are become new . " And hollow wailings , through the damps of night , Responsive wound the ear . The sprightly pow'rs Of musical enchantment wave their wings , And seek the fragrant groves ...
... things are passed away , and lo ! all things are become new . " And hollow wailings , through the damps of night , Responsive wound the ear . The sprightly pow'rs Of musical enchantment wave their wings , And seek the fragrant groves ...
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... things ' . " In what respect he crossed his inclination , and by what arts he endeavoured to make his poem more acceptable to a licentious age , we know not . In defence of the present age , it may be said with justice that the poem ...
... things ' . " In what respect he crossed his inclination , and by what arts he endeavoured to make his poem more acceptable to a licentious age , we know not . In defence of the present age , it may be said with justice that the poem ...
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... things which were ; There fie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : -hark ! how it howls ! -Methinks , Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in the ...
... things which were ; There fie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : -hark ! how it howls ! -Methinks , Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird , Rook'd in the ...
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... thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed ! thrice blessed days ! -But , ah ! how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy men ; But fugitive like those , and quickly gone . Oh ! slipp'ry state of things ! -What sudden What strange ...
... thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed ! thrice blessed days ! -But , ah ! how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy men ; But fugitive like those , and quickly gone . Oh ! slipp'ry state of things ! -What sudden What strange ...
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Страница 141 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Страница 536 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Страница 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Страница 288 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Страница 141 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Страница 587 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
Страница 624 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Страница 219 - Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.