The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 48Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce ftaining æther ...
... rage ; he now fhut up Within his iron cave , th ' effufive fouth Warms the wide air , and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers diftent . At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise , Scarce ftaining æther ...
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... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
... rage ; Sound slept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swell'd in the sky , and fent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps , and cold autumnal fogs , Hung not , relaxing , on the fprings of life . But now , of turbid elements the ...
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... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unrefitting prize . 435 Thus pafs the temperate hours : but when the fun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
... rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless side , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily drag your unrefitting prize . 435 Thus pafs the temperate hours : but when the fun Shakes from his noon - day throne the scattering ...
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... rage . The trembling fteed , With this hot impulse seiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the founding thong ; · Blows are not felt ; but , toffing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
... rage . The trembling fteed , With this hot impulse seiz'd in every nerve , Nor heeds the rein , nor hears the founding thong ; · Blows are not felt ; but , toffing high his head , And by the well - known joy to distant plains Attracted ...
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... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raife her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure taste refin'd , 930 You draw th ...
... rage , Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulph To raife her virtue , and her arts revive . 910 915 920 925 Or , turning thence thy view , these graver thoughts The Mufes charm : while , with fure taste refin'd , 930 You draw th ...
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æther amid beneath beſt blaft blaſt blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze burſt clouds courſe deep defcend delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fair fame fave feas fecret ferene fhade fhining fighing filent filk fing firſt fkies flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul ftill fuch fudden funk fweet fwell fyren gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt light loft mingled mix'd moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night o'er paffions plain pleaſure rage raiſe rifing riſe round ruſhing ſcarce ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhower ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſteep ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtream tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſures vale vaſt virtue wafte waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
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Страница 34 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Страница 165 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Страница 136 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 138 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 15 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
Страница 167 - Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Страница 165 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Страница 39 - With quickened step Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight and brighten with the dawn. Blue through the dusk the smoking currents shine, And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps awkward, while along the forest glade The wild deer trip and often turning gaze At early passenger.
Страница 186 - Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft, by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!