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... delight ? Which must be mutual , in proportion due Given and received ; but , in
disparity The one intense , the other still remiss , Cannot well suit with either , but
soon prove Tedious alike . Of fellowship I speak Such as I seek , fit to ...
... delight ? Which must be mutual , in proportion due Given and received ; but , in
disparity The one intense , the other still remiss , Cannot well suit with either , but
soon prove Tedious alike . Of fellowship I speak Such as I seek , fit to ...
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But if the sense of touch , whereby mankind Is propagated , seem such dear
delight Beyond all other ; think the same vouchsafed To cattle and each beast ;
which would not be To them made common and divulged , if aught Therein enjoy'
d ...
But if the sense of touch , whereby mankind Is propagated , seem such dear
delight Beyond all other ; think the same vouchsafed To cattle and each beast ;
which would not be To them made common and divulged , if aught Therein enjoy'
d ...
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... for smiles from reason flow , To brute denied , and are of love the food ; Love ,
not the lowest end of human life . For not to irksome toil , but to delight He made
us , and delight to reason join'd . pass These paths and bowers doubt not but our
...
... for smiles from reason flow , To brute denied , and are of love the food ; Love ,
not the lowest end of human life . For not to irksome toil , but to delight He made
us , and delight to reason join'd . pass These paths and bowers doubt not but our
...
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Forth issuing on a summer's morn , to breathe Among the pleasant villages and
farms Adjoin'd , from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain , or
tedded grass , or kine , Or dairy , each rural sight , each rural sound : If chance ,
with ...
Forth issuing on a summer's morn , to breathe Among the pleasant villages and
farms Adjoin'd , from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain , or
tedded grass , or kine , Or dairy , each rural sight , each rural sound : If chance ,
with ...
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Or , if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem , where so soon
As in our native language can I find That solace ? All our law and story strew'd
With hymns , our psalms with artful terms inscribed , Our Hebrew songs and
harps ...
Or , if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem , where so soon
As in our native language can I find That solace ? All our law and story strew'd
With hymns , our psalms with artful terms inscribed , Our Hebrew songs and
harps ...
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Adam angels appear beast begin behold bright bring brought cloud comes created creatures dark death deep delight descended divine doubt dwell earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fruit glory gods grace ground hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill hope human judge king knowledge land late leave less lest light live looks Lord lost mankind mean meet mind morn move Nature never night once Paradise peace perhaps raised reason receive reign replied rest rise Satan seat seed seek serpent shalt sight soon spake Spirit stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thou art thought throne till tree true virtue voice wide winds wings wonder
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Seite 244 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.
Seite 248 - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. Sw'eet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Seite 236 - Alas ! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
Seite 237 - That came in Neptune's plea; He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray 'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
Seite 236 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Seite 238 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Seite 238 - But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 33 - fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?
Seite 240 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 248 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,— Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
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| Titel | The British Poets: Including Translations ... Band 17 von The British Poets: Including Translations |
| Verlag | C. Whittingham, 1822 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Okt. 2006 |
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