Poems, Том 1J. Dodsley, in Pall-mall., 1768 - 119 страници |
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... the Muse was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends the Day by its chearful prefence to difpel the gloom and terrors of the Night . * Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they Till 42 THE PROGRESS OF POESY .
... the Muse was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends the Day by its chearful prefence to difpel the gloom and terrors of the Night . * Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they Till 42 THE PROGRESS OF POESY .
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Thomas Gray. * Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy , and glitt❜ring shafts [ of war . II . 2 . In climes beyond the folar ‡ road , Where fhaggy forms o'er ice - built mountains The Muse has broke the twilight ...
Thomas Gray. * Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy , and glitt❜ring shafts [ of war . II . 2 . In climes beyond the folar ‡ road , Where fhaggy forms o'er ice - built mountains The Muse has broke the twilight ...
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... Milton improved on them but this School expired foon after the Reftoration , and : a new one arofe on the French model , which has fubfifted ever fince . Till Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their A PINDARIC ODE . 45.
... Milton improved on them but this School expired foon after the Reftoration , and : a new one arofe on the French model , which has fubfifted ever fince . Till Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their A PINDARIC ODE . 45.
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Thomas Gray. Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant - Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They ...
Thomas Gray. Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant - Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They ...
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... till looking through an opening in the rocks he faw twelve gigantic figures resembling women : they were all em- ployed about a loom ; and as they wove , they fung the following dreadful Song ; which when they had finished , they tore ...
... till looking through an opening in the rocks he faw twelve gigantic figures resembling women : they were all em- ployed about a loom ; and as they wove , they fung the following dreadful Song ; which when they had finished , they tore ...
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Страница 119 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 109 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 112 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 111 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 5 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Страница 20 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Страница 47 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Страница 119 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 114 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Страница 50 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.