The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volym 12J. Johnson, 1810 - 640 sidor |
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... pride , We angels rise , who mortals dy'd . TO BELINDA , ON HER APRON EMBROIDERED WITH ARMS AND FLOWERS . THE listening trees Amphion drew To dance from hills , where once they grew : But you express a power more great ; The flowers you ...
... pride , We angels rise , who mortals dy'd . TO BELINDA , ON HER APRON EMBROIDERED WITH ARMS AND FLOWERS . THE listening trees Amphion drew To dance from hills , where once they grew : But you express a power more great ; The flowers you ...
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... pride elate , Arch their high necks , and sail along in state ! Thy frisking flocks safe - wandering crop the plain , And the glad season clains a gladsome strain . Begin- -Ye echoes listen to the song , And , with its sweetness pleas'd ...
... pride elate , Arch their high necks , and sail along in state ! Thy frisking flocks safe - wandering crop the plain , And the glad season clains a gladsome strain . Begin- -Ye echoes listen to the song , And , with its sweetness pleas'd ...
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... pride ; And , while low vales in useful beauty lie , Heave their proud naked summits to the sky . In honour , as in place , ye great , transcend ! An angel fall'n , degenerates to a fiend : Th ' all - chearing Sun is honour'd with his ...
... pride ; And , while low vales in useful beauty lie , Heave their proud naked summits to the sky . In honour , as in place , ye great , transcend ! An angel fall'n , degenerates to a fiend : Th ' all - chearing Sun is honour'd with his ...
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... pride luxurious Plenty reigns ; Happy ! had Heaven bestow'd one blessing more , And plac'd thee distant from the Gallic power ! But now in vain thy lawns attract the view , They but invite the victor to subdue : War , horrid War , the ...
... pride luxurious Plenty reigns ; Happy ! had Heaven bestow'd one blessing more , And plac'd thee distant from the Gallic power ! But now in vain thy lawns attract the view , They but invite the victor to subdue : War , horrid War , the ...
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... pride and boisterous hands , As Jove pours rain in thunder o'er the lands . When Merit pleads , you meet it , and embrace , And give the favour lustre by the grace ; So Phoebus to his warmth a glory joins , Blessing the world , and ...
... pride and boisterous hands , As Jove pours rain in thunder o'er the lands . When Merit pleads , you meet it , and embrace , And give the favour lustre by the grace ; So Phoebus to his warmth a glory joins , Blessing the world , and ...
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WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS FRO Alexander 1759-1834 Chalmers,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Sida 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
Sida 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
Sida 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
Sida 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
Sida 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Sida 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Sida 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
Sida 219 - As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Sida 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.
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