The Works of the British Poets, Том 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 страници |
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... arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I clofe my willing eyes ; Ye foft ...
... arms . I wake : -no more I hear , no more I view , The phantom flies me , as unkind as you . I call aloud ; it hears not what I fay : I ftretch my empty arms ; it glides away . To dream once more I clofe my willing eyes ; Ye foft ...
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... arms Demand our fong ; a facred fury fires My ravish'd breaft , and all the mufe inspires . O , goddefs , fay , fhall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Angenor's ftern decree , And Cadmus ...
... arms Demand our fong ; a facred fury fires My ravish'd breaft , and all the mufe inspires . O , goddefs , fay , fhall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Angenor's ftern decree , And Cadmus ...
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Robert Anderson. Or long before , with early valour , ftrove In youthful arms t ' affert the caufe of Jove . And thou ... arm their hands , Their ready guilt preventing thy commands : Could'nt thou fome great , proportion'd mischief frame ...
Robert Anderson. Or long before , with early valour , ftrove In youthful arms t ' affert the caufe of Jove . And thou ... arm their hands , Their ready guilt preventing thy commands : Could'nt thou fome great , proportion'd mischief frame ...
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... arms ; her better hand In waving circles whirl'd a funeral brand : A ferpent from her left was feen to rear His flaming creft , and lash the yielding air . But when the Fury took her stand on high , Where vaft Citharon's top falutes the ...
... arms ; her better hand In waving circles whirl'd a funeral brand : A ferpent from her left was feen to rear His flaming creft , and lash the yielding air . But when the Fury took her stand on high , Where vaft Citharon's top falutes the ...
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... arms . I from the root thy guilty race will tear , And give the nations to the wafte of war . Adraftus foon , with gods averfe , fhall join la dure alliance with the Theban line : 1 Hence ftrife fhall rife , and mortal war fucceed ; The ...
... arms . I from the root thy guilty race will tear , And give the nations to the wafte of war . Adraftus foon , with gods averfe , fhall join la dure alliance with the Theban line : 1 Hence ftrife fhall rife , and mortal war fucceed ; The ...
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Страница 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Страница 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Страница 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Страница 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Страница 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Страница 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Страница 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Страница 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Страница 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Страница 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!