The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 13J. Johnson, 1810 - 612 sider |
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... E'en at his mother's door Licymnius falls , Yet warm from her embrace , and bites the ground . Passion may oft the wisest heart surprise : Conscious and trembling for the murderous deed , To Delphi's oracle the hero flies , Solicitous ...
... E'en at his mother's door Licymnius falls , Yet warm from her embrace , and bites the ground . Passion may oft the wisest heart surprise : Conscious and trembling for the murderous deed , To Delphi's oracle the hero flies , Solicitous ...
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... E'en Mars , stern god of violence and war , Sooths with thy lulling strains his furious breast , And , driving from his heart each bloody care , His pointed lance consigns to peaceful rest . Nor less enraptur'd each immortal mind Owns ...
... E'en Mars , stern god of violence and war , Sooths with thy lulling strains his furious breast , And , driving from his heart each bloody care , His pointed lance consigns to peaceful rest . Nor less enraptur'd each immortal mind Owns ...
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... E'en to my dearest friends , th ' unpicasing truth ; But now , when every swelling member speaks , And burning dolours torture thy whole body— Enter Physician . PHYSICIAN . O ! where is Ocypus , illustrious youth ? For lame , I hear ...
... E'en to my dearest friends , th ' unpicasing truth ; But now , when every swelling member speaks , And burning dolours torture thy whole body— Enter Physician . PHYSICIAN . O ! where is Ocypus , illustrious youth ? For lame , I hear ...
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... E'en through the bowels runs the scalding plague , And wastes the flesh with floods of eddying fire . So rage the flames in Etna's sulphurous womb : So ' twixt Charybdis and vex'd Scylla rave Th ' imprison'd tides , and , in wild ...
... E'en through the bowels runs the scalding plague , And wastes the flesh with floods of eddying fire . So rage the flames in Etna's sulphurous womb : So ' twixt Charybdis and vex'd Scylla rave Th ' imprison'd tides , and , in wild ...
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... e'en thy madding fires allay . GODDESS . Ha ! miserable wretches , say ye so ? Is there on Earth a medicine whose effect My power is not sufficient to control ? Come on , upon this issue let us join . Let us experience now the ...
... e'en thy madding fires allay . GODDESS . Ha ! miserable wretches , say ye so ? Is there on Earth a medicine whose effect My power is not sufficient to control ? Come on , upon this issue let us join . Let us experience now the ...
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WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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Side 419 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 419 - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Side 95 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Side 204 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best ; They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing...
Side 221 - Wide and wider spreads the vale As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round (unhappy fate !) Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others...
Side 203 - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Side 416 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Side 222 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Side 379 - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; The proud to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Side 202 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum, — Now teach me, Maid composed ! To breathe some soften'd strain : Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return.