The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 14권J. Johnson, 1810 - 586페이지 |
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... round : Silent , and slow , and ceaseless in his toil , He mines each wall , he moulders every pile ! Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place : And dumb Oblivion comes with mended pace . Sad Learning's genius , with a father's fear ...
... round : Silent , and slow , and ceaseless in his toil , He mines each wall , he moulders every pile ! Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place : And dumb Oblivion comes with mended pace . Sad Learning's genius , with a father's fear ...
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... round a rolling cage Mov'd in the orb , pleas'd with the chimes , The foolish creature thinks it climbs ; But here or there , turn wood or wire , It never gets two inches higher . So fares it with this little peer , So busy and so ...
... round a rolling cage Mov'd in the orb , pleas'd with the chimes , The foolish creature thinks it climbs ; But here or there , turn wood or wire , It never gets two inches higher . So fares it with this little peer , So busy and so ...
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... round the fair at sixty - four , Unfit to love , unable to give o'er ; A flesh - fly , that just flutters on the wing , Awake to buz , but not alive to sting ; Brisk where he cannot , backward where he can ; The teazing ghost of the ...
... round the fair at sixty - four , Unfit to love , unable to give o'er ; A flesh - fly , that just flutters on the wing , Awake to buz , but not alive to sting ; Brisk where he cannot , backward where he can ; The teazing ghost of the ...
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... round his head divine , Diffusive showers of radiance circling flow , As o'er the Indian wave uprising fair He looks abroad on Nature , and invests , Where'er his universal eye surveys , Her ample bosom , earth , air , sea , and sky ...
... round his head divine , Diffusive showers of radiance circling flow , As o'er the Indian wave uprising fair He looks abroad on Nature , and invests , Where'er his universal eye surveys , Her ample bosom , earth , air , sea , and sky ...
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... round - O Power divine ! Whose will , unerring , points the bolt of fate ! Thy hand , though terrible , shall man decide If punishment , or mercy , dealt the blow ? Appeas'd at last , the tumult of the skies Subsides , the thunder's ...
... round - O Power divine ! Whose will , unerring , points the bolt of fate ! Thy hand , though terrible , shall man decide If punishment , or mercy , dealt the blow ? Appeas'd at last , the tumult of the skies Subsides , the thunder's ...
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Academus Amalthea amid Amyntor ancient arms Athens awful bard beauty behold beneath blest bloom blooming store bosom breast brow charms cloud delight divine dread dwell Earth eternal Ev'n fair faithful fame Fancy fate fear fix'd flame flowers genius glory grace grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope horrour hour human Hymen laws light lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind morn mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Petrarch Pindar Pisistratus pleasure poem pomp praise pride rage rais'd rapture rill rise round sacred scene sense shade shame shore silence smiles smiling band soft song soul springs stream sublime sweet tears tender terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue train truth Twas vale vex'd vext virtue Virtue's voice wing wonder youth
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144 페이지 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
143 페이지 - 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.
147 페이지 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
142 페이지 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
145 페이지 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
147 페이지 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
142 페이지 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
144 페이지 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
143 페이지 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
141 페이지 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.