The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 14J. Johnson, 1810 - 586 páginas |
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... divine : A life of action , and of praise , be thine . Assert the titles genuine to thy blood , By nature , daring ; but by reason , good . So great , so glorious thy forefathers shone , No son of theirs must hope to live unknown ...
... divine : A life of action , and of praise , be thine . Assert the titles genuine to thy blood , By nature , daring ; but by reason , good . So great , so glorious thy forefathers shone , No son of theirs must hope to live unknown ...
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... divine : refulgent there Ten thousand suns blaze forth , with each his train Of worlds dependent , all bencath the eye And equal rule of one eternal Lord . To those bright climes , awakening all her powers , And spreading her unbounded ...
... divine : refulgent there Ten thousand suns blaze forth , with each his train Of worlds dependent , all bencath the eye And equal rule of one eternal Lord . To those bright climes , awakening all her powers , And spreading her unbounded ...
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... divine ! by this sole rule , The Maker's great establishment , these worlds Revolve harmonious , world attracting world With mutual love , and to their central Sun. All gravitating : now with quicken'd pace Descending tow'rd the primal ...
... divine ! by this sole rule , The Maker's great establishment , these worlds Revolve harmonious , world attracting world With mutual love , and to their central Sun. All gravitating : now with quicken'd pace Descending tow'rd the primal ...
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... divine Of God's own hand , shall fade ; and empty night Reign solitary , where these stars now roll From west to east their periods : where the train Of comets wander their eccentric ways , With infinite excursion , through th ' immense ...
... divine Of God's own hand , shall fade ; and empty night Reign solitary , where these stars now roll From west to east their periods : where the train Of comets wander their eccentric ways , With infinite excursion , through th ' immense ...
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... divine , Did e'er thy bosom her sweet influence own , In pleasing tumult pour'd through every vein , And panting at the heart , when first our eye Receives impression ! Then , as passion grew , Did Heaven , consenting to thy wish ...
... divine , Did e'er thy bosom her sweet influence own , In pleasing tumult pour'd through every vein , And panting at the heart , when first our eye Receives impression ! Then , as passion grew , Did Heaven , consenting to thy wish ...
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Página 144 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 143 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 147 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
Página 145 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Página 147 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Página 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Página 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.