The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... shepherd , in the peaceful dale , Chaunts ; and , the treafures of his labour fure , The husbandman of him , as at the plough , Or team , he toils . With him the failor fooths , Beneath the trembling moon , the midnight wave ; 140 And ...
... shepherd , in the peaceful dale , Chaunts ; and , the treafures of his labour fure , The husbandman of him , as at the plough , Or team , he toils . With him the failor fooths , Beneath the trembling moon , the midnight wave ; 140 And ...
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... shepherd's pain ; But now , to fing heroic deeds , the fwell'd A nobler note , and bade the banquet burn . For Greece my fons of Egypt I forsook : A boastful race , that in the vain abyfs Of fabling ages lov'd to lose their source , And ...
... shepherd's pain ; But now , to fing heroic deeds , the fwell'd A nobler note , and bade the banquet burn . For Greece my fons of Egypt I forsook : A boastful race , that in the vain abyfs Of fabling ages lov'd to lose their source , And ...
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... shepherd , on the mountain brow , Sits piping to his flocks , and gamesome kids ; Meantime the fun , beneath the green earth funk , F 2 320 Slants Slants upward o'er the scene a parting gleam : Short PART III . 67 LIBERTY ,
... shepherd , on the mountain brow , Sits piping to his flocks , and gamesome kids ; Meantime the fun , beneath the green earth funk , F 2 320 Slants Slants upward o'er the scene a parting gleam : Short PART III . 67 LIBERTY ,
الصفحة 177
... shepherd tells his transport to the dale ; The fons of rougheft toil forget their pain , And the glad failor chears the midnight main . Can aught from fair Augufta's gentle blood , And thine , thou friend of liberty ! be born Can aught ...
... shepherd tells his transport to the dale ; The fons of rougheft toil forget their pain , And the glad failor chears the midnight main . Can aught from fair Augufta's gentle blood , And thine , thou friend of liberty ! be born Can aught ...
الصفحة 233
... Shepherd's Moral . Scene , a Valley near Bagdat . Time , the Morning . E Perfian maids , attend your poet's lays , YE And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are bleft , whom fortune's hand fuftains With wealth in courts ...
... Shepherd's Moral . Scene , a Valley near Bagdat . Time , the Morning . E Perfian maids , attend your poet's lays , YE And hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are bleft , whom fortune's hand fuftains With wealth in courts ...
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Abra æther ANTISTROPHE beneath beſt blaſt bleft boaſt breaſt breathe Britiſh Britons charms chearful deep deferts Delia delight dreft eaſe eclogue Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fancy fcene fear fecret feems fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fighs filent fing firft firſt flame flaves focial foft fome fong fons footh foul fprings ftate ftill ftreams fuch funk fweet fwelling genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece heart heaven himſelf infpiring laft land laſt Liberty loft lov'd maid meaſure mind mix'd moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtrain ſweet temperate vale tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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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!