The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 52Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... proud , their buskin , and their plume ? How many fleep , who kept the world awake With luftre , and with noife ! has death proclaim'd A truce , and hung his fated lance on high ? ' Tis brandifh'd ftill ; nor fhall the prefent year Be ...
... proud , their buskin , and their plume ? How many fleep , who kept the world awake With luftre , and with noife ! has death proclaim'd A truce , and hung his fated lance on high ? ' Tis brandifh'd ftill ; nor fhall the prefent year Be ...
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... proud passion ? _ " * With my being loft ? " Prefumptuous ! blafphemous ! abfurd ! and falfe ! The triumph of my foul is - That I am ; And therefore that I may be what ? Lorenzo ! Look inward , and look deep ; and deeper ftill ...
... proud passion ? _ " * With my being loft ? " Prefumptuous ! blafphemous ! abfurd ! and falfe ! The triumph of my foul is - That I am ; And therefore that I may be what ? Lorenzo ! Look inward , and look deep ; and deeper ftill ...
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... proud arch , 780 ( Within whose azure palaces they dwell ) Built with divine ambition ! in difdain Of limit built ! built in the tafte of heaven ! Vast concave ! ample dome ! waft thou design'd A meet apartment for the Deity ? — 785 Not ...
... proud arch , 780 ( Within whose azure palaces they dwell ) Built with divine ambition ! in difdain Of limit built ! built in the tafte of heaven ! Vast concave ! ample dome ! waft thou design'd A meet apartment for the Deity ? — 785 Not ...
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... proud to meet their Gods half - way ! Yet Thefe affect us in no common kind . 920 925 What then the force of such superior scenes ? Enter a temple , it will strike an awe : What awe from This the Deity has built ? 939 A Good Man feen ...
... proud to meet their Gods half - way ! Yet Thefe affect us in no common kind . 920 925 What then the force of such superior scenes ? Enter a temple , it will strike an awe : What awe from This the Deity has built ? 939 A Good Man feen ...
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... proud , the foul Grows confcious of her birth celeftial ; breathes More life , more vigour , in her native air ; And feels herself at home amongst the stars ; And , feeling , emulates her country's praife . What call we , then , the ...
... proud , the foul Grows confcious of her birth celeftial ; breathes More life , more vigour , in her native air ; And feels herself at home amongst the stars ; And , feeling , emulates her country's praife . What call we , then , the ...
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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 37 - O that I could but reach the Tree of Life ! For Here it grows, unguarded from our tafte ; 1075 No Flaming S'word denies our entrance Here; Would man but gather, he might live for ever. Lorenzo ! much of Moral haft thou feen. Of curious arts art thou more fond ? Then mark The Mathematic glories of the fkies,
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,