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Page xi
... feel , or to look for , any thing in poetry , beyond a point of fatirical or epigrammatic wit , a fmart antithefis richly trimmed with rhyme , or the foftnefs of an elegiac complaint . To fuch his manly claffical fpirit could not ...
... feel , or to look for , any thing in poetry , beyond a point of fatirical or epigrammatic wit , a fmart antithefis richly trimmed with rhyme , or the foftnefs of an elegiac complaint . To fuch his manly claffical fpirit could not ...
Page xvi
... feel , for the perfon whom , of all mankind , he most revered and loved . At the fame time , he found himself , from an eafy competency , red iced to a ftate of precarious dependence , in which he paffed the remainder of his life ...
... feel , for the perfon whom , of all mankind , he most revered and loved . At the fame time , he found himself , from an eafy competency , red iced to a ftate of precarious dependence , in which he paffed the remainder of his life ...
Page 46
... feels no more That noble wish , that never cloy'd defire , Which , felfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the dearer object of its flame . Hope fickens with extravagance ; and grief , 1 Of life impatient , into madness fwells ...
... feels no more That noble wish , that never cloy'd defire , Which , felfish joy disdaining , seeks alone To blefs the dearer object of its flame . Hope fickens with extravagance ; and grief , 1 Of life impatient , into madness fwells ...
Page 52
... feels him ftill , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the ftream , exhauft his idle rage : Till floating broad upon his breathlefs fide , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily ...
... feels him ftill , yet to his furious course Gives way , you , now retiring , following now Across the ftream , exhauft his idle rage : Till floating broad upon his breathlefs fide , And to his fate abandon'd , to the shore You gaily ...
Page 66
... below , rush furious into flame , And fierce defire . Thro ' all his lufty veins " The bull , deep - fcorch'd , the raging paffion feels . Of pasture fick , and negligent of food , Scarce feen , he wades among the yellow broom , 66 SPRING.
... below , rush furious into flame , And fierce defire . Thro ' all his lufty veins " The bull , deep - fcorch'd , the raging paffion feels . Of pasture fick , and negligent of food , Scarce feen , he wades among the yellow broom , 66 SPRING.
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Page 236 - ... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Page 271 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 234 - Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Page 232 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Page 43 - Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature.
Page 261 - Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's * fate, As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Page 174 - Acasto's line ; and to my mind Recalls that patron of my happy life, From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; Now to the dust gone down ; his houses, lands, And once fair-spreading family, dissolved.
Page 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Page 102 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides.
Page 236 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.