The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 23Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... awful scene before them in just and flaming colours . If the application In his Short View of the Immorality and Profaneness of the English Stage , & c . ' were not too rude and uncivil , that noble stanza B 2 PREFACE . 17.
... awful scene before them in just and flaming colours . If the application In his Short View of the Immorality and Profaneness of the English Stage , & c . ' were not too rude and uncivil , that noble stanza B 2 PREFACE . 17.
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... awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand deci- sive sentence , from which there is no appeal ; and the consequent transports or horrors of the two eternal worlds ; these things may be variously dis- posed , and form many poems ...
... awful glories of the last tribunal ; the grand deci- sive sentence , from which there is no appeal ; and the consequent transports or horrors of the two eternal worlds ; these things may be variously dis- posed , and form many poems ...
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... awful trumpet ; till the victory be complete over the beast , and his image , when the natives of Heaven shall join in consort with pro- phets and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits ...
... awful trumpet ; till the victory be complete over the beast , and his image , when the natives of Heaven shall join in consort with pro- phets and saints , and sing to their golden harps , salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits ...
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... awful hand . Shout to the Lord , ye surging seas , In your eternal roar ; Let wave to wave resound his praise , And shore reply to shore : While monsters sporting on the flood , In scaly silver shine , Speak terribly their Maker - God ...
... awful hand . Shout to the Lord , ye surging seas , In your eternal roar ; Let wave to wave resound his praise , And shore reply to shore : While monsters sporting on the flood , In scaly silver shine , Speak terribly their Maker - God ...
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... proclaims his law : Prepare to meet thy God in haste ; But keep an awful distance still : Let Moses round the sacred hill The circling limits draw . Hark ! the shrill echoes of the trumpet roar , Book 1 . 69 SACRED TO DEVOTION .
... proclaims his law : Prepare to meet thy God in haste ; But keep an awful distance still : Let Moses round the sacred hill The circling limits draw . Hark ! the shrill echoes of the trumpet roar , Book 1 . 69 SACRED TO DEVOTION .
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Страница 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Страница 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Страница 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
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Страница 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Страница 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Страница 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Страница 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Страница 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Страница 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.