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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... rage , Perhaps hath spent his fhafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occasion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild ...
... rage , Perhaps hath spent his fhafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occasion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild ...
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... rage Deliberate valour breath'd , firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; Nor wanting pow'r to mitigate and fwage With folemn touches troubled thoughts , and chafe Anguish and doubt , and fear , and forrow , and ...
... rage Deliberate valour breath'd , firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; Nor wanting pow'r to mitigate and fwage With folemn touches troubled thoughts , and chafe Anguish and doubt , and fear , and forrow , and ...
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... rage Among his angels , and his throne itfelf Mix'd with Tartarean fulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . Eut , perhaps , The way feems difficult and fteep to feale With upright wing again a higher foe . Let fuch ...
... rage Among his angels , and his throne itfelf Mix'd with Tartarean fulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . Eut , perhaps , The way feems difficult and fteep to feale With upright wing again a higher foe . Let fuch ...
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... rage Tranfports our adverfary ? whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyfs ' Wide interrupt can hold ; fo bent he seems On defperate revenge , that fhall redound Upon ...
... rage Tranfports our adverfary ? whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyfs ' Wide interrupt can hold ; fo bent he seems On defperate revenge , that fhall redound Upon ...
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... rage , came down , The tempter e'er th accufer of mankind , To wreck on innocent frail man his lofs Of that first battle , and his flight to Hell : Yet not rejoicing in his fpeed , tho ' bold , Far off and fearlefs , nor with caufe to ...
... rage , came down , The tempter e'er th accufer of mankind , To wreck on innocent frail man his lofs Of that first battle , and his flight to Hell : Yet not rejoicing in his fpeed , tho ' bold , Far off and fearlefs , nor with caufe to ...
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againſt angels beafts becauſe befides beft beſt breaſt bright caft call'd caufe death defire doft e'er earth elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe falute fame fate fear feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fide fight fince fing fire firft firſt flain flame fleep flow'rs fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword glory gods hafte hand hath heart Heav'n himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft juſt King laft laſt lefs light loft mighty moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pindar pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent Quoth rage reft rife rofe Satan ſhall ſhe ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tree uſe vex'd virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife worfe
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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.