The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 8 |
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Soothe , with thy wonted ease and power divine , What though archangel ' gainst
archangel arms , Our souls , and our degenerate tastes refine ; And highest
Heaven refounds with dire alarmis , In judgment o'er our favourite follies fit , Doth
not ...
Soothe , with thy wonted ease and power divine , What though archangel ' gainst
archangel arms , Our souls , and our degenerate tastes refine ; And highest
Heaven refounds with dire alarmis , In judgment o'er our favourite follies fit , Doth
not ...
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Let barbarous Ganges arm a ferviie train : Ai length great Anna faid , “ Let discord
cease ! ... tides ; The trumpet sleep , while cheerful horns are blown , The figur'd
streams in waves of silver roll'd , And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone .
Let barbarous Ganges arm a ferviie train : Ai length great Anna faid , “ Let discord
cease ! ... tides ; The trumpet sleep , while cheerful horns are blown , The figur'd
streams in waves of silver roll'd , And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone .
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Transported demi - gods stood round , And men grew heroes at the sound ,
Enflam'd with glory's charms : Each chief his seven - fold fhicld display'd , And
half unsheath'd the shining blade : And seas , and rocks , and skies , rebound To
arms ...
Transported demi - gods stood round , And men grew heroes at the sound ,
Enflam'd with glory's charms : Each chief his seven - fold fhicld display'd , And
half unsheath'd the shining blade : And seas , and rocks , and skies , rebound To
arms ...
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The justest rules and clearest method join'd : 670 But soon , by impious arms
from Latium chas'd , Thus useful arms in ... But less to please the eye , than arm
the hand , But critic - learning flourish'd most in France : Still fit for use , and ready
at ...
The justest rules and clearest method join'd : 670 But soon , by impious arms
from Latium chas'd , Thus useful arms in ... But less to please the eye , than arm
the hand , But critic - learning flourish'd most in France : Still fit for use , and ready
at ...
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Already hear the horsid things they say , Here living tea - pots stand , one arm
held out , Already see you a degraded toast , One bent ; the handle this , and that
the spout : 50 And all your honour in a whisper loft ! A pipkin there , Like Homer's
...
Already hear the horsid things they say , Here living tea - pots stand , one arm
held out , Already see you a degraded toast , One bent ; the handle this , and that
the spout : 50 And all your honour in a whisper loft ! A pipkin there , Like Homer's
...
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Страница 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Страница 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Страница 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Страница 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Страница 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Страница 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Страница 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Страница 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Страница 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Страница 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!