The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 16J. Johnson, 1810 - 526 من الصفحات |
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... sound ; Tho ' darkness shou'd invest the skies , New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes , And bless all nature round . Let but those lips their sweets disclose , And rich perfumes exhale , We shall not want the fragrant rose , Nor miss ...
... sound ; Tho ' darkness shou'd invest the skies , New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes , And bless all nature round . Let but those lips their sweets disclose , And rich perfumes exhale , We shall not want the fragrant rose , Nor miss ...
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... sound , But what confess'd the night , And horrour deepen'd round . Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade , Sophron the wise was laid : And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd : While others toil within the town , And to fortune ...
... sound , But what confess'd the night , And horrour deepen'd round . Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade , Sophron the wise was laid : And to the answ'ring wood these sounds convey'd : While others toil within the town , And to fortune ...
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... sound and higher : Let the winged numbers climb : To the Heav'n of Heav'ns aspire , Solemn , sacred , and sublime : From Heav'n music took it's rise , Return it to it's native skies . CHORUS . Higher swell the sound , & c . & c . III ...
... sound and higher : Let the winged numbers climb : To the Heav'n of Heav'ns aspire , Solemn , sacred , and sublime : From Heav'n music took it's rise , Return it to it's native skies . CHORUS . Higher swell the sound , & c . & c . III ...
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... sounds move high or low , Th ' obedient ductile passions ebb and flow . Has any nymph - her faithful lover lost , And in the visions of the night , And all the day - dreams of the light , In sorrow's tempest turbulently tost- From her ...
... sounds move high or low , Th ' obedient ductile passions ebb and flow . Has any nymph - her faithful lover lost , And in the visions of the night , And all the day - dreams of the light , In sorrow's tempest turbulently tost- From her ...
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... sound for in attention Buried , ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace . Now from the plains , where th ' unbounded prospect Gives liberty her utmost scope to range , Turn we to yon enclosures , where appears Chequer'd variety in all her ...
... sound for in attention Buried , ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace . Now from the plains , where th ' unbounded prospect Gives liberty her utmost scope to range , Turn we to yon enclosures , where appears Chequer'd variety in all her ...
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الصفحة 447 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
الصفحة 446 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
الصفحة 77 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
الصفحة 64 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
الصفحة 81 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
الصفحة 446 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
الصفحة 443 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
الصفحة 446 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
الصفحة 442 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
الصفحة 64 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...