Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... JOSEPH ADDISON . 1672-1719 . A Letter from Italy To Sir Godfrey Kneller A Song for St. Cecilia's Day An Hymn - ¡¤ NICHOLAS ROWE . 1673--1718 . Colin's Complaint . - A Song ¡¤ 217 ¡¤ 224 ¡¤ 226 - 228 ¡¤ 234 ¡¤ . 236 ¡¤ 238 ¡¤ 241 245 249 252 254 ...
... JOSEPH ADDISON . 1672-1719 . A Letter from Italy To Sir Godfrey Kneller A Song for St. Cecilia's Day An Hymn - ¡¤ NICHOLAS ROWE . 1673--1718 . Colin's Complaint . - A Song ¡¤ 217 ¡¤ 224 ¡¤ 226 - 228 ¡¤ 234 ¡¤ . 236 ¡¤ 238 ¡¤ 241 245 249 252 254 ...
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... , they pump , they swear , they pray : ( Vain efforts ! ) still the battering waves rush in Implacable , till delug'd by the foam The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss . JOSEPH ADDISON . A LETTER FROM ITALY , To the 244 JOHN PHILIPS .
... , they pump , they swear , they pray : ( Vain efforts ! ) still the battering waves rush in Implacable , till delug'd by the foam The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss . JOSEPH ADDISON . A LETTER FROM ITALY , To the 244 JOHN PHILIPS .
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British poets. JOSEPH ADDISON . A LETTER FROM ITALY , To the Right Hon . Charles Lord Halifax . In the Year 1701 . Salve , magna parens frugum , Saturnia tellus , Magna virum ! tibi res antiqu©¡ laudis et artis Ingredior , sanctos ausus ...
British poets. JOSEPH ADDISON . A LETTER FROM ITALY , To the Right Hon . Charles Lord Halifax . In the Year 1701 . Salve , magna parens frugum , Saturnia tellus , Magna virum ! tibi res antiqu©¡ laudis et artis Ingredior , sanctos ausus ...
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... reside , And all the Seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms , and fruits , and flowers , together rise , And the whole year in gay confusion lies . Immortal glories in my mind revive , ` And in 246 JOSEPH ADDISON .
... reside , And all the Seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms , and fruits , and flowers , together rise , And the whole year in gay confusion lies . Immortal glories in my mind revive , ` And in 246 JOSEPH ADDISON .
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... rise in distant views , And op'ning palaces invite my Muse . How has kind Heav'n adorn'd the happy land , And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand ; But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains JOSEPH ADDISON . 247.
... rise in distant views , And op'ning palaces invite my Muse . How has kind Heav'n adorn'd the happy land , And scatter'd blessings with a wasteful hand ; But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains JOSEPH ADDISON . 247.
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183 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?