The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, כרך 16J. Johnson, 1810 - 526 עמודים |
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עמוד 17
... toil and waste , Or who th ' hoarse thund'ring of the sea , But to be idle at the last , And find a pleasing end in thee . TO ETHELINDA , Happy Muse , that didst embrace The sweet , the heav'nly - fragrant place ! Tell me , is the omen ...
... toil and waste , Or who th ' hoarse thund'ring of the sea , But to be idle at the last , And find a pleasing end in thee . TO ETHELINDA , Happy Muse , that didst embrace The sweet , the heav'nly - fragrant place ! Tell me , is the omen ...
עמוד 23
... toil within the town , And to fortune smile or frown , Fond of trifles , fond of toys , And married to that woman , Noise ; Sacred Wisdom be my care , And fairest Virtue , Wisdom's heir . His speculations thus the sage begun , When , lo ...
... toil within the town , And to fortune smile or frown , Fond of trifles , fond of toys , And married to that woman , Noise ; Sacred Wisdom be my care , And fairest Virtue , Wisdom's heir . His speculations thus the sage begun , When , lo ...
עמוד 31
... toil ! When in my mother's womb conceal'd I lay A senseless embryo , then my soul thou knewst , And every faint idea yet unform'd . Knewst all her future workings , every thought , When up the imperceptible ascent Of growing years , led ...
... toil ! When in my mother's womb conceal'd I lay A senseless embryo , then my soul thou knewst , And every faint idea yet unform'd . Knewst all her future workings , every thought , When up the imperceptible ascent Of growing years , led ...
עמוד 36
... toil Shou'd e'er debase my lay : far nobler themes , The high achievements of thy warrior kings Shou'd raise my thoughts , and dignify my song . But I , young rustic , dare not leave my cot , For so enlarg'd a sphere - ah ! Muse beware ...
... toil Shou'd e'er debase my lay : far nobler themes , The high achievements of thy warrior kings Shou'd raise my thoughts , and dignify my song . But I , young rustic , dare not leave my cot , For so enlarg'd a sphere - ah ! Muse beware ...
עמוד 41
... toil . What then remains unsung ? unless the care . To stack thy poles oblique in comely cones , Lest rot or rain destroy them- " Tis a sight Most seemly to behold , and gives , O Winter ! A landscape not unpleasing ev'n to thee . And ...
... toil . What then remains unsung ? unless the care . To stack thy poles oblique in comely cones , Lest rot or rain destroy them- " Tis a sight Most seemly to behold , and gives , O Winter ! A landscape not unpleasing ev'n to thee . And ...
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address'd Adrastus appear'd Argive arms atque Atrides bands bard breast charms chief Cleon Creon crown'd Deiphobus descend Diomed Diomede dire divine dread e'er epic epic poetry Epigoniad ev'n ev'ry eyes fair falchion fame fate fear fight fix'd flame fury gen'rous glory goddess gods grace grief hand heart Heav'n hero hero's honour host immortal Jove king light lofty lord maid malè martial merit mighty mighty hand mind monarch mortal Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pallas Paul Whitehead Philoctetes plain poem poet pow'r praise princes Pylian quæ rage reddit reply'd resign'd rise round sacred seem'd shade shining shore shou'd sire skies soon soul sov'reign stand stood streams swain sway sweet Theban Thebes thee Theseus thou thro tibi toil tow'rs trembling turn'd Tydeus Tydides Ulysses valiant vengeance vex'd virtue voice warriors WILLIAM WILKIE winds wings wou'd youth
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עמוד 449 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
עמוד 448 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
עמוד 79 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
עמוד 66 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
עמוד 83 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
עמוד 448 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
עמוד 445 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
עמוד 448 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
עמוד 444 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
עמוד 66 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...