The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 52Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... head ; His lamp , the fun , extinguish'd ; from beneath The frown of hideous darkness , calls his fons From their long flumber ; from earth's heaving womb , To fecond birth ! contemporary throng ! 300 Rous'd at One çall , upstarted from ...
... head ; His lamp , the fun , extinguish'd ; from beneath The frown of hideous darkness , calls his fons From their long flumber ; from earth's heaving womb , To fecond birth ! contemporary throng ! 300 Rous'd at One çall , upstarted from ...
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... head , the magazine of hail ; Above the northern nefts of feather'd fnows , The brew of thunders , and the flaming forge That forms the crooked lightning ; above the caves Where infant tempefts wait their growing wings , 625 . And tune ...
... head , the magazine of hail ; Above the northern nefts of feather'd fnows , The brew of thunders , and the flaming forge That forms the crooked lightning ; above the caves Where infant tempefts wait their growing wings , 625 . And tune ...
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... head by day , And making night ftill darker by their deeds . Slumbering in covert , till the fhades defcend , Rapine and Murder , link'd , now prowl for prey . The miser earths his treasure ; and the thief , Watching the mole , half ...
... head by day , And making night ftill darker by their deeds . Slumbering in covert , till the fhades defcend , Rapine and Murder , link'd , now prowl for prey . The miser earths his treasure ; and the thief , Watching the mole , half ...
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... heads , or tumble from their spheres , And one eternal curtain cover all ! 1 Struck at that thought , as new awak'd ... head , Whofe Folly would undo what Age has done ! Aid then , aid , all ye stars ! -Much rather , Thou , Great Artift ...
... heads , or tumble from their spheres , And one eternal curtain cover all ! 1 Struck at that thought , as new awak'd ... head , Whofe Folly would undo what Age has done ! Aid then , aid , all ye stars ! -Much rather , Thou , Great Artift ...
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... head ? and says , to gods , In characters illuftrious as the fun , 1520 " I ftand , the plan's proud period ; I pronounce " The work accomplith'd ; the creation clos'd : 1530 Shout , all ye gods ! nor fhout ye gods alone ; " Of all that ...
... head ? and says , to gods , In characters illuftrious as the fun , 1520 " I ftand , the plan's proud period ; I pronounce " The work accomplith'd ; the creation clos'd : 1530 Shout , all ye gods ! nor fhout ye gods alone ; " Of all that ...
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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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Страница 4 - From human mould we reap our daily bread. The globe around earth's hollow furface makes, 95 'And is the cieling of her fleeping fons. O'er devaftation we blind revels keep; , Whole bury'd towns fupport the dancer's heel. The moift of human frame the
Страница 73 - awake ! Thou, who fhalt wake, when the creation fleeps ; When, like a taper, all thefe funs expire; "When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, Plucking the pillars that fupport the world, In Nature's ample ruins lies intomb'd ; - And Midnight, Univerfal Midnight! reigns. -END OF THE NIGHT-THOUGHTS.
Страница 49 - and fets to view Worlds beyond number ; worlds conceal'd by day Behind the proud, and envious ftar of noon ! 1685 Canft thou not draw a deeper fcene ?—And fhew The Mighty Potentate, to whom belong Thefe rich regalia pompoufly difplay'd To kindle that high hope ? Like him of Uz, I gaze around; I fearch on
Страница 10 - Intent on man, and anxious for his fate. Angels look out for thee; for thee, their Lord, To vindicate his glory; and for thee, Creation univerfal calls aloud, To dif-involve the moral world, and give 260 To nature's renovation brighter charms. Shall man alone, whofe fate,
Страница 1 - NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST. THE CONSOLATION. CONTAINING, AMONG OTHER THINGS, I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens. II. A NIGHT-ADDRESS to the DEITY. HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE.
Страница 8 - Terror and glory join'd in their extremes ! Our God in grandeur, and our world on fire ! All nature ftruggling in the pangs of death ! Doft thou not hear her ? Doft thou not deplore Her ftrong convulfions, and her final groan
Страница 51 - Who built thus high for worms (mere worms to Him) O where, Lorenzo ! muft the Builder dwell ? Paufe, then ; and, for a moment, here refpire— If human thought can keep its ftation here. Where am I ?—Where is earth ?—Nay, where art Thou O fun ?—Is the fun turn'd reclufe ?—And are His boafted expeditions
Страница 43 - To dijbelieve, through mere credulity!" If, in this chain, Lorenzo finds no flaw, Let it for ever bind him to belief, And where the link, in which a flaw he finds ? And, if a God there is, that God how great
Страница 89 - To touch our paflions' fecret fprings Was his peculiar care ; And deep his happy genius div'd In bofoms of the fair; Nature, which favours to the few, All art beyond, imparts, To him prefented at his birth, The key of human hearts. But not to me by him bequeath'd His gentle,