The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volym 15J. Johnson, 1810 - 550 sidor |
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... eyes her whole , his lips her lips devour , Which Venus had besprent with nectar - show'r . Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest , But thousand arrows , nay ten thousand pour Into his wounded and transported breast ; [ blest ...
... eyes her whole , his lips her lips devour , Which Venus had besprent with nectar - show'r . Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest , But thousand arrows , nay ten thousand pour Into his wounded and transported breast ; [ blest ...
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... eyes . RECITATIVE . The god of love , to hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , s Called . 6 Fair damsel , 7 Nevertheless . To fire with sacred rage her soul , Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings , And bade the silver tides ...
... eyes . RECITATIVE . The god of love , to hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , s Called . 6 Fair damsel , 7 Nevertheless . To fire with sacred rage her soul , Touch'd into voice the sprightly strings , And bade the silver tides ...
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... eye . One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath , Wou'd sweeten pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath ...
... eye . One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath , Wou'd sweeten pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath ...
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... eyes , ―our hearts . Vanbrugh , your leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry age ...
... eyes , ―our hearts . Vanbrugh , your leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry age ...
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... eyes the gentle scene , Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden reign ! The flames that feed within my breast ! I faint , I die , with charms opprest ; Her voice , her face , her sweet spinnet , The neck of iv'ry , and the hair ...
... eyes the gentle scene , Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden reign ! The flames that feed within my breast ! I faint , I die , with charms opprest ; Her voice , her face , her sweet spinnet , The neck of iv'ry , and the hair ...
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Sida 141 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Sida 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Sida 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Sida 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
Sida 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Sida 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
Sida 141 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Sida 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Sida 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.
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