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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... NIGHT THOUGHTS . Night the First . - On Life , Death , and Immor- tality Melcombe 420 The old Man's Relapse Night the Second . - On Time , Death , and Friendship 423 Night the Third .-- Narcissa 428 ....... Night the Fourth . ― The ...
... NIGHT THOUGHTS . Night the First . - On Life , Death , and Immor- tality Melcombe 420 The old Man's Relapse Night the Second . - On Time , Death , and Friendship 423 Night the Third .-- Narcissa 428 ....... Night the Fourth . ― The ...
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... night to come . " Twas George diffus'd a vital ray , And gave the dying nations day : His influence sooths the Russian bear , Calms rising wars , and heals the air ; Join'd with the Sun his beams are hurl'd To scatter blessings round ...
... night to come . " Twas George diffus'd a vital ray , And gave the dying nations day : His influence sooths the Russian bear , Calms rising wars , and heals the air ; Join'd with the Sun his beams are hurl'd To scatter blessings round ...
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... night , Amidst the turbid waves , and gives a faint delight , Recover'd from the sad surprise , Doris awakes at last , Grown by the disappointment wise ; And manages with art th ' unlucky cast ; When the lowering frown she spies On her ...
... night , Amidst the turbid waves , and gives a faint delight , Recover'd from the sad surprise , Doris awakes at last , Grown by the disappointment wise ; And manages with art th ' unlucky cast ; When the lowering frown she spies On her ...
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... night , Long night , to all her sons : at length disrob'd The standards fell : the barbarous ensigns torn Fled with the wind , the sport of angry Heaven : And a large cloud of infantry and horse Scattering in wild disorder , spread the ...
... night , Long night , to all her sons : at length disrob'd The standards fell : the barbarous ensigns torn Fled with the wind , the sport of angry Heaven : And a large cloud of infantry and horse Scattering in wild disorder , spread the ...
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... night , Gay phantoms of delusive light , Or a vexatious dream . Flesh is the vilest and the least Ingredient of our frame : We're born to live above the beast , Or quit the manly name . Pleasures of sense we leave for boys Be shining ...
... night , Gay phantoms of delusive light , Or a vexatious dream . Flesh is the vilest and the least Ingredient of our frame : We're born to live above the beast , Or quit the manly name . Pleasures of sense we leave for boys Be shining ...
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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.