The Works of the British Poets, Volume 5John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - English poetry - 1157 pages |
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... Soul living , each that crept , which plenteously The waters generated by their kinds , And every bird of wing after his kind ; And faw that it was good , and blefs'd them , faying , Be fruitful , multiply , and in the feas , And lakes ...
... Soul living , each that crept , which plenteously The waters generated by their kinds , And every bird of wing after his kind ; And faw that it was good , and blefs'd them , faying , Be fruitful , multiply , and in the feas , And lakes ...
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... soul , Why wouldst thou , but for fome felonious end , In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars , That Nature hung in Heav'n , and fill'd their With everlafting oil , to give due light To the mifled and lonely traveller ? This is the ...
... soul , Why wouldst thou , but for fome felonious end , In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars , That Nature hung in Heav'n , and fill'd their With everlafting oil , to give due light To the mifled and lonely traveller ? This is the ...
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... Soul moft surely blest , ( If fo it be that thou these plaints dost hear ) Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first moving sphere , Or in th ' Elysian Fields , ( if such there were ) Oh fay me ...
... Soul moft surely blest , ( If fo it be that thou these plaints dost hear ) Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first moving sphere , Or in th ' Elysian Fields , ( if such there were ) Oh fay me ...
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... Soul of Sir John Cheek , Hated not learning worfe than toad or asp , When thon taught'ft at Cambridge , and King Edward Greek . XII . On the fame . I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty ...
... Soul of Sir John Cheek , Hated not learning worfe than toad or asp , When thon taught'ft at Cambridge , and King Edward Greek . XII . On the fame . I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty ...
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... soul , that I " Still live in torment , yet each minute die . " LXVIII . " Who is it , " faid Philocrates , " can move " With charming eyes fuch deep affection ? " I may perhaps affist you in your love ; " Two can affect more than ...
... soul , that I " Still live in torment , yet each minute die . " LXVIII . " Who is it , " faid Philocrates , " can move " With charming eyes fuch deep affection ? " I may perhaps affist you in your love ; " Two can affect more than ...
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Page 152 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 76 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 11 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th...
Page 151 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 25 - I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 151 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Page 151 - 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; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Page 26 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 224 - This only grant me, that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Page 25 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.