The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... ; in aweful justice clad ; His eyes effulging a peculiar fire ; And , as he charges through the prostrate war , His keen arm teaches faithlefs men , no more 150 153 160 To To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And 6 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... ; in aweful justice clad ; His eyes effulging a peculiar fire ; And , as he charges through the prostrate war , His keen arm teaches faithlefs men , no more 150 153 160 To To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And 6 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And what , my thoughtless fons , should fire you more , Than when your well - earn'd empire of the deep The leaft beginning injury ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And what , my thoughtless fons , should fire you more , Than when your well - earn'd empire of the deep The leaft beginning injury ...
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... facred walks , Where at each step imagination burns : While , fcatter'd wide around , aweful , and hoar , Lies , a vaft monument , once - glorious Rome , The tomb of empire ! ruins ! that efface Whate'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can ...
... facred walks , Where at each step imagination burns : While , fcatter'd wide around , aweful , and hoar , Lies , a vaft monument , once - glorious Rome , The tomb of empire ! ruins ! that efface Whate'er , of finish'd , modern pomp can ...
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... facred , fee her roads : By various nations trod , and fuppliant kings ; With legions flaming , or with triumph gay . 55 60 65 70 Full in the centre of these wondrous works , The pride of earth ! Rome in her glory fee ! Behold her demi ...
... facred , fee her roads : By various nations trod , and fuppliant kings ; With legions flaming , or with triumph gay . 55 60 65 70 Full in the centre of these wondrous works , The pride of earth ! Rome in her glory fee ! Behold her demi ...
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... facred name disguis'd , Oppreffion , come ! and in thy works rejoice ! See nature's richest plains to putrid fens Turn'd by thy fury . From their chearful bounds , See raz'd th ' enlivening village , farm , and feat . First , rural toil ...
... facred name disguis'd , Oppreffion , come ! and in thy works rejoice ! See nature's richest plains to putrid fens Turn'd by thy fury . From their chearful bounds , See raz'd th ' enlivening village , farm , and feat . First , rural toil ...
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الصفحة 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
الصفحة 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
الصفحة 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
الصفحة 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
الصفحة 280 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
الصفحة 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
الصفحة 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
الصفحة 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
الصفحة 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
الصفحة 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!