The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 581790 |
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English poets. Some fimple lay , of flocks and herds they fung ; With joy the mountain and the foreft rung . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd , " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! And oft the royal lover left the care And ...
English poets. Some fimple lay , of flocks and herds they fung ; With joy the mountain and the foreft rung . " Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd , " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! And oft the royal lover left the care And ...
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... Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare , To shield your harvests , and defend your fair : The Turk and Tartar like defigns pursue , Fix'd to deftroy , and ftedfast to undo . Wild as his land , in native deserts bred , By ...
... Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare , To shield your harvests , and defend your fair : The Turk and Tartar like defigns pursue , Fix'd to deftroy , and ftedfast to undo . Wild as his land , in native deserts bred , By ...
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... Some chafte and angel - friend to virgin - fame , With whisper'd spell had burst the starting band , It left unbleft her loath'd dishonour'd fide ; Happier hopeless fair , if never Her baffled hand with vain endeavour Had touch'd that ...
... Some chafte and angel - friend to virgin - fame , With whisper'd spell had burst the starting band , It left unbleft her loath'd dishonour'd fide ; Happier hopeless fair , if never Her baffled hand with vain endeavour Had touch'd that ...
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... Some remnants of her ftrength were found ; They faw , by what efcap'd the storm , How wondrous rofe her perfect form ; How in the great , the labour'd whole , Each mighty mafter pour'd his foul ; For funny Florence , feat of art ...
... Some remnants of her ftrength were found ; They faw , by what efcap'd the storm , How wondrous rofe her perfect form ; How in the great , the labour'd whole , Each mighty mafter pour'd his foul ; For funny Florence , feat of art ...
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Page 24 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 98 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 35 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 41 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Page 87 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Page 76 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 114 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
Page 112 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Page 111 - Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, ' The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, queen of love...
Page 56 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.