Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Bind 7John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 sider |
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... gardens to him rise , And airy fabrics there attract his eyes , His wandering feet the magic paths pursue , And , while he thinks the fair illusion true , The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air , And woods A. PHILIPS .
... gardens to him rise , And airy fabrics there attract his eyes , His wandering feet the magic paths pursue , And , while he thinks the fair illusion true , The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air , And woods A. PHILIPS .
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... fair recording page , Shall leave their sainted rest : And , half - reclining on his spear , Each wondering chief by turns appear To hail the blooming guest . Old Edward's sons , unknown to yield , Shall crowd from Cressy's laurel'd ...
... fair recording page , Shall leave their sainted rest : And , half - reclining on his spear , Each wondering chief by turns appear To hail the blooming guest . Old Edward's sons , unknown to yield , Shall crowd from Cressy's laurel'd ...
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... fair attendant on her sovereign pride : To thee this blest divorce she ow'd , For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd , thy last abode ! * There is a tradition in the Isle of Man , that a mermaid , becoming enamoured of a young man of ...
... fair attendant on her sovereign pride : To thee this blest divorce she ow'd , For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd , thy last abode ! * There is a tradition in the Isle of Man , that a mermaid , becoming enamoured of a young man of ...
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... fair , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud applauding sound , The nations shout to her around , " O , how supremely art thou blest , Thou , lady , thou shalt rule the Wes VOL . VIL . THE PASSIONS . AN ODE FOR MUSIC ...
... fair , Play with the tangles of her hair , Till , in one loud applauding sound , The nations shout to her around , " O , how supremely art thou blest , Thou , lady , thou shalt rule the Wes VOL . VIL . THE PASSIONS . AN ODE FOR MUSIC ...
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... wan Despair - Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd , A solemn , strange , and mingled air , ' T was sad by fits , by starts ' t was wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair 26 COLLINS . The Passions, an Ode for Music.
... wan Despair - Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd , A solemn , strange , and mingled air , ' T was sad by fits , by starts ' t was wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair 26 COLLINS . The Passions, an Ode for Music.
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ambition AMBROSE PHILIPS angels ANTISTROPHE art thou Behold beneath bids blest bliss blood divine bosom breast call'd CHARLES CHURCHILL charms dark death Deity delight divine Dost dread dust e'en Earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair Falstaff fame fate fear flame foes folly fond fool give glorious glory grave grief Grongar Hill guilt happiness heart Heaven hope horrour hour human infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind mortal mourn Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace pleasure praise pride proud reason rise round ruin sacred scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal stings storm sweet tempest terrour thee theme thine thou thought throne thy disease tomb tremble triumph truth vale virtue virtue's wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE Winchester College wing wisdom wise wretched
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Side 30 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where...
Side 166 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Side 18 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Side 158 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Side 153 - 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 26 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Side 165 - 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 19 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 47 - Below me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs; And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Side 26 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...