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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... dreadfully required at their hands ? The reverend Mr. Collier has set this awful scene before them in just and flaming colours . If the application were not too rude and uncivil , that noble stanza of my lord Roscommon , on Psalm ...
... dreadfully required at their hands ? The reverend Mr. Collier has set this awful scene before them in just and flaming colours . If the application were not too rude and uncivil , that noble stanza of my lord Roscommon , on Psalm ...
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... dreadful and delightful , and the in- troduction of machines upon great occasions : the divine license in this respect is admirable and surpris- ing , and the images are often too bold and dangerous for an uninspired writer to imitate ...
... dreadful and delightful , and the in- troduction of machines upon great occasions : the divine license in this respect is admirable and surpris- ing , and the images are often too bold and dangerous for an uninspired writer to imitate ...
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... dreadful than the childish figments of a dog with three heads , the buckets of the Belides , the Furies with snaky hairs , or all the flowery stories of Elysium . And if we survey the one as themes divinely true , and the other as a ...
... dreadful than the childish figments of a dog with three heads , the buckets of the Belides , the Furies with snaky hairs , or all the flowery stories of Elysium . And if we survey the one as themes divinely true , and the other as a ...
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... dreadful breath ; And calls the angelic hosts to arms , To give the nations death . But when she tastes her Saviour's love , And feels the rapture strong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a sweeter song . DIVINE JUDGMENTS . NoT ...
... dreadful breath ; And calls the angelic hosts to arms , To give the nations death . But when she tastes her Saviour's love , And feels the rapture strong , Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a sweeter song . DIVINE JUDGMENTS . NoT ...
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... dreadful cold , Give their own blasphemies the lie . The mischiefs that infest the earth , When the hot dog - star fires the realms on high , Drought and disease , and cruel dearth , Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye From the incens ...
... dreadful cold , Give their own blasphemies the lie . The mischiefs that infest the earth , When the hot dog - star fires the realms on high , Drought and disease , and cruel dearth , Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye From the incens ...
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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.