The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 641790 |
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... filent joy to use The indulgence of the fovereign cause ; Secure that from the whole of things Beauty and good confummate springs , Beyond what he can reach to know , And that the Providence of heaven . Has fome peculiar bleffing given ...
... filent joy to use The indulgence of the fovereign cause ; Secure that from the whole of things Beauty and good confummate springs , Beyond what he can reach to know , And that the Providence of heaven . Has fome peculiar bleffing given ...
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... filent fhady feat Which knew their forms of old : Nor Naiad by her fountain laid , Nor Wood - nymph tripping through her glade , Did now their rites unfold : V. Whether to nurfe fome infant oak They turn the flowly - tinkling brook And ...
... filent fhady feat Which knew their forms of old : Nor Naiad by her fountain laid , Nor Wood - nymph tripping through her glade , Did now their rites unfold : V. Whether to nurfe fome infant oak They turn the flowly - tinkling brook And ...
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... , in each warlike , each commercial part , In civil counfel , and in pleafing art , The Judge of earth predeftin'd for your foes , And made it fame and virtue to oppose . ODE Τ ODE II . TO SLEEP . I. HOU filent 20 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
... , in each warlike , each commercial part , In civil counfel , and in pleafing art , The Judge of earth predeftin'd for your foes , And made it fame and virtue to oppose . ODE Τ ODE II . TO SLEEP . I. HOU filent 20 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
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English poets. Τ ODE II . TO SLEEP . I. HOU filent power , whofe welome sway Charms every anxious thought away ; In whofe divine oblivion drown'd , Sore pain and weary toil grow mild , Love is with kinder looks beguil'd , And grief ...
English poets. Τ ODE II . TO SLEEP . I. HOU filent power , whofe welome sway Charms every anxious thought away ; In whofe divine oblivion drown'd , Sore pain and weary toil grow mild , Love is with kinder looks beguil'd , And grief ...
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... filent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their choiceft treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king with Sirius ...
... filent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their choiceft treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king with Sirius ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amalthea arms Bards Behold beneath bids bleft blissful bands bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe CERINTHUS charms Corycian Damon defire Delia delight divine doft Dryads Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret fhade fhall fhame filent fing fire firft firſt flame flave flowers fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftands ftate ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour infpire Latium loft LXIV lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Naiads nobler Nymphs o'er paffions pain Pentheus Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rais'd raiſe reafon reft rifing ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhrine ſky ſpeaks ſpread ſtate ſtill ſway tender Tethys thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toils treaſure virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 186 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Seite 208 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
Seite 198 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 204 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Seite 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 197 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 201 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 197 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 197 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.