The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 7Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... night that I came hither , I caught so great a cold with a defluxion of rheum , as made me keep my chamber ten days . And , two after , had such a bruise on my ribs with a fall , that I am yet unable to move or turn myself in my bed ...
... night that I came hither , I caught so great a cold with a defluxion of rheum , as made me keep my chamber ten days . And , two after , had such a bruise on my ribs with a fall , that I am yet unable to move or turn myself in my bed ...
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... night of the in them too scholastic , they are not inelegant . This twilight of two years , not past nor next , Some emblem is of me , or I of this , Who , meteor - like , of stuff and form perplext , Whose what and where in disputation ...
... night of the in them too scholastic , they are not inelegant . This twilight of two years , not past nor next , Some emblem is of me , or I of this , Who , meteor - like , of stuff and form perplext , Whose what and where in disputation ...
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... Night has been a common subject , which poets have contended to adorn . Dryden's Night is well known ; Donne's is as follows : Thou seest me here at midnight , now all rest : Time's dead low - water ; when all minds divest To - morrow's ...
... Night has been a common subject , which poets have contended to adorn . Dryden's Night is well known ; Donne's is as follows : Thou seest me here at midnight , now all rest : Time's dead low - water ; when all minds divest To - morrow's ...
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... Night bids them go : But sad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of future woe , At night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why dost thou vex him , Love ? Could'st thou but Thou would'st thyself Philetus ...
... Night bids them go : But sad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of future woe , At night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why dost thou vex him , Love ? Could'st thou but Thou would'st thyself Philetus ...
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... night was gone , he saw the rising day . So , when we once have wasted Sorrow's night , The Sun of Comfort then shall give us light . PHILETUS . his , when Constantia read , she thought her state Most happy , by Philetus ' constancy And ...
... night was gone , he saw the rising day . So , when we once have wasted Sorrow's night , The Sun of Comfort then shall give us light . PHILETUS . his , when Constantia read , she thought her state Most happy , by Philetus ' constancy And ...
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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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Side 369 - So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may sec and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Now had the Almighty Father from above, From the pure empyrean where he sits
Side 478 - he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing in their glory, move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more
Side 477 - For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : "Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Side 358 - or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Their dread commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor
Side 354 - the Almighty Power, Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms. Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men, he with his horrid
Side 479 - in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye
Side 355 - How overcome this dire calamity ; What reinforcement we may gain from hope ; If not, what resolution from despair." Thus Satan. talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood ; in
Side 477 - praise," Phœbus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor In broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging .love
Side 480 - sound, Over some wide-waterM shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the
Side 508 - Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.