Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray, Young, and Cowper, with an Account of Their Lives and Writings |
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And , with one excellence , another wound ; Thine all the glory ; man's the
boundless bliss . Maim Heaven's perfection , break its equal beams , Where am I
rapt by this triumphant theme , Bid mercy triumph over - God himself , On
Christian joy's ...
And , with one excellence , another wound ; Thine all the glory ; man's the
boundless bliss . Maim Heaven's perfection , break its equal beams , Where am I
rapt by this triumphant theme , Bid mercy triumph over - God himself , On
Christian joy's ...
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As far beyond conception as desert , ' T is to that glory , whence all glory flows ,
Ourselves th ' astonish'd talkers , and the tale ! As the mead's meanest flower to
the Sun , Lorenzo , swells thy bosom at the thought ? Which gave it birth . But
what ...
As far beyond conception as desert , ' T is to that glory , whence all glory flows ,
Ourselves th ' astonish'd talkers , and the tale ! As the mead's meanest flower to
the Sun , Lorenzo , swells thy bosom at the thought ? Which gave it birth . But
what ...
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And courting glory from the tinkling string , Can parts or place ( two bold
pretenders ! ) make But faintly shadows an immortal soul , Lorenzo great , and
pluck him from the throng ? With empire's self , to pride , or rapture , fir'd . Genius
and art ...
And courting glory from the tinkling string , Can parts or place ( two bold
pretenders ! ) make But faintly shadows an immortal soul , Lorenzo great , and
pluck him from the throng ? With empire's self , to pride , or rapture , fir'd . Genius
and art ...
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To triumph in the blackness of our guilt , What lengths of far - fam'd ages , billow'd
high ( A3 Indians glory in the deepest jet , ) With human agitation , roll along And
throw aside our senses with our peace . In unsubstantial images of air !
To triumph in the blackness of our guilt , What lengths of far - fam'd ages , billow'd
high ( A3 Indians glory in the deepest jet , ) With human agitation , roll along And
throw aside our senses with our peace . In unsubstantial images of air !
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And in a world , where , other illa apart , All , all alike transport the glowing bard ,
The roving eye misleads the careless heart , Success in rhyme his glory and
reward . To limit thought , by nature prone to stray O Nature ! whose Elysian
scenes ...
And in a world , where , other illa apart , All , all alike transport the glowing bard ,
The roving eye misleads the careless heart , Success in rhyme his glory and
reward . To limit thought , by nature prone to stray O Nature ! whose Elysian
scenes ...
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beneath bliss breath bright cause charms clouds dark death deep delight divine dread dream Earth eternal ev'ry fair fall fancy fate fear feel field fire give glory grace grave hand happy head hear heart Heaven hope hour human immortal kind land leave less light live look Lorenzo lost man's mind Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain peace perhaps pleasure pow'r praise pride proud reason rise round scene seen sense shade shine sight skies smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spread Spring stand storm stream sweet thee theme thine things thou thought thousand toil true truth turn virtue waste wave whole wide wild winds wing wisdom wise wish wonder
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Страница 82 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite 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 81 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
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