The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 52Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... praise , 359 355 360 The charm'd fpectators thunder their applaufe ! 365 And the vast void beyond , applause resounds . What then am I ? - Amidft applauding worlds , And worlds celeftial , is there found on earth , A peevish , diffonant ...
... praise , 359 355 360 The charm'd fpectators thunder their applaufe ! 365 And the vast void beyond , applause resounds . What then am I ? - Amidft applauding worlds , And worlds celeftial , is there found on earth , A peevish , diffonant ...
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... praise , And fly through infinite , and all unlock ; And ( if deserv'd ) by heaven's redundant love , * Referring to the First Night . Made Made half - adorable itself , adore ; And find THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IX . 15.
... praise , And fly through infinite , and all unlock ; And ( if deserv'd ) by heaven's redundant love , * Referring to the First Night . Made Made half - adorable itself , adore ; And find THE COMPLAINT , NIGHT IX . 15.
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... praise . The winter is as needful as the spring ; The thunder , as the fun ; a stagnate mafs Of vapours breeds a peftilential air : 485 Nor more propitious the Favonian breeze To nature's health , than purifying storms ; The dread ...
... praise . The winter is as needful as the spring ; The thunder , as the fun ; a stagnate mafs Of vapours breeds a peftilential air : 485 Nor more propitious the Favonian breeze To nature's health , than purifying storms ; The dread ...
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... praise ! All praife ! praise more than human ! nor deny'd 760 Thy praise Divine ! -But though man , drown'd in fleep , With - holds his homage , not alone I wake ; Bright legions swarm unseen , and sing , unheard 765 , By mortal ear ...
... praise ! All praife ! praise more than human ! nor deny'd 760 Thy praise Divine ! -But though man , drown'd in fleep , With - holds his homage , not alone I wake ; Bright legions swarm unseen , and sing , unheard 765 , By mortal ear ...
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... , that froze her , or a Star , that warm'd . What taught thefe heroes of the moral world ? To these thou giv'ft thy Praise , give Credit too . There These doctors ne'er were pension'd to deceive thee ; 1000 34 YOUNG'S POEMS .
... , that froze her , or a Star , that warm'd . What taught thefe heroes of the moral world ? To these thou giv'ft thy Praise , give Credit too . There These doctors ne'er were pension'd to deceive thee ; 1000 34 YOUNG'S POEMS .
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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.
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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.
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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
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