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... cease to glide : In mighty Pope's immortalizing ftrains , Still fhall fhe grace and range the verdant plains ; By him felected for the Mufes ' theme , 40 Still fhine a blooming maid , and roll a limpid stream . Go on , and , with thy ...
... cease to glide : In mighty Pope's immortalizing ftrains , Still fhall fhe grace and range the verdant plains ; By him felected for the Mufes ' theme , 40 Still fhine a blooming maid , and roll a limpid stream . Go on , and , with thy ...
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... whose aukward verse betrays Thy want of fkill , nor fhew the poet's praise ; Cease then , and leave fome fitter bard to tell How Pope in every strain can write , in every strain excell . 45 To To Mr. P O PE . On the publishing his [ xxi ]
... whose aukward verse betrays Thy want of fkill , nor fhew the poet's praise ; Cease then , and leave fome fitter bard to tell How Pope in every strain can write , in every strain excell . 45 To To Mr. P O PE . On the publishing his [ xxi ]
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Samuel Johnson. The Chariot now the painful steep afcends , The Peans cease ; thy glorious labour ends . Here fix'd , the bright eternal Temple stands , Its profpect an unbounded view commands : Say , wondrous youth , what Column wilt ...
Samuel Johnson. The Chariot now the painful steep afcends , The Peans cease ; thy glorious labour ends . Here fix'd , the bright eternal Temple stands , Its profpect an unbounded view commands : Say , wondrous youth , what Column wilt ...
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... Cease to contend ; for , Daphnis , I decree , The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb to thee . Bleft Swains , whofe Nymphs in every grace excell ; 95 Bleft Nymphs , whofe Swains thofe graces , fing fo well ! Now rife , and haste to yonder ...
... Cease to contend ; for , Daphnis , I decree , The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb to thee . Bleft Swains , whofe Nymphs in every grace excell ; 95 Bleft Nymphs , whofe Swains thofe graces , fing fo well ! Now rife , and haste to yonder ...
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... cease to tune their evening song , 40 The winds to breathe , the waving woods to move , And streams to murmur , ere I cease to love . Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain , Not balmy fleep to labourers faint with pain , Not ...
... cease to tune their evening song , 40 The winds to breathe , the waving woods to move , And streams to murmur , ere I cease to love . Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain , Not balmy fleep to labourers faint with pain , Not ...
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Populære passager
Side 85 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Side 111 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours...
Side 105 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Side 159 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Side 47 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard...
Side 137 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take— and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court; In various talk th...
Side 86 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Side 132 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Side 103 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Side 129 - And love of ombre, after death survive. For when the fair in all their pride expire, To their first elements their souls retire : The...