The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 52Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... gods We fit ; and , wrapt in immortality , Shed generous tears on wretches born to die ; Their fate deploring , to forget our own ! What all the pomps and triumphs of our lives , But legacies in bloffom ? Our lean foil , Luxuriant grown ...
... gods We fit ; and , wrapt in immortality , Shed generous tears on wretches born to die ; Their fate deploring , to forget our own ! What all the pomps and triumphs of our lives , But legacies in bloffom ? Our lean foil , Luxuriant grown ...
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... gods , ambitious , triumph in his train . A fwift archangel , with his golden wing , As blots and clouds , that darken and difgrace The fcene divine , fweeps ftars and funs aside . And now , all drofs remov'd , heaven's own pure day ...
... gods , ambitious , triumph in his train . A fwift archangel , with his golden wing , As blots and clouds , that darken and difgrace The fcene divine , fweeps ftars and funs aside . And now , all drofs remov'd , heaven's own pure day ...
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... God in grandeur , and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of death ! Doft thou not hear her ? Doft ... Gods , Defcended on poor earth - created man ! Great day of dread , decifion , and despair ! At thought of thee ...
... God in grandeur , and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of death ! Doft thou not hear her ? Doft ... Gods , Defcended on poor earth - created man ! Great day of dread , decifion , and despair ! At thought of thee ...
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... God above affert that God in man . 230 I Thrice happy they ! that enter now the court Heaven opens in their bofoms : but , how rare , Ah me ! that magnanimity , how rare ! What hero , like the man who stands himself ; Who dares to meet ...
... God above affert that God in man . 230 I Thrice happy they ! that enter now the court Heaven opens in their bofoms : but , how rare , Ah me ! that magnanimity , how rare ! What hero , like the man who stands himself ; Who dares to meet ...
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... God and man , From his dark den , blafpheming , drags his chain , And rears his brazen front , with thunder fearr'd : Receives his fentence , and begins his hell , All vengeance past , now , feems abundant grace : Like meteors in a ...
... God and man , From his dark den , blafpheming , drags his chain , And rears his brazen front , with thunder fearr'd : Receives his fentence , and begins his hell , All vengeance past , now , feems abundant grace : Like meteors in a ...
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Æther art thou beams beneath bleffing blifs boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's caufe cauſe Codrus courſe darkneſs death defcend diſtant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas fenfe fhall fhines fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul fpirits ftars ftill fublime fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juſt laſt lefs leſs Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind moft moral moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrikes ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne Trade virtue Voltaire whofe wing wiſdom
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