The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 7

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Alexander Chalmers
J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry
 

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Page 361 - So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may sec and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Now had the Almighty Father from above, From the pure empyrean where he sits
Page 470 - he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing in their glory, move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more
Page 469 - For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : "Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 350 - or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Their dread commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor
Page 346 - the Almighty Power, Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms. Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men, he with his horrid
Page 471 - in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye
Page 347 - How overcome this dire calamity ; What reinforcement we may gain from hope ; If not, what resolution from despair." Thus Satan. talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood ; in
Page 469 - praise," Phœbus replied, and touch'd 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 rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging .love
Page 472 - sound, Over some wide-waterM shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, 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
Page 500 - Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.