The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 32-34Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... tears ; The winds and trees and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief ! our glory now no more ! 65 But fee ! where Daphne wondering mounts on high Above the clouds , above the ftarry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the shining ...
... tears ; The winds and trees and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief ! our glory now no more ! 65 But fee ! where Daphne wondering mounts on high Above the clouds , above the ftarry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the shining ...
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... tear . In § adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And Hell's grim tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good | fhepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks fresheft pafture , and the purest air , Explores the loft , the wandering sheep ...
... tear . In § adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And Hell's grim tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good | fhepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks fresheft pafture , and the purest air , Explores the loft , the wandering sheep ...
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... tears his frustrate labour yields , 55 And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beast or subject slain Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign ? Both doom'd alike for fportive Tyrants bled , But , while the ...
... tears his frustrate labour yields , 55 And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beast or subject slain Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign ? Both doom'd alike for fportive Tyrants bled , But , while the ...
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... tears the lay , In a soft silver stream dissolv'd away . The filver ftream her virgin coldnefs keeps , For ever murmurs , and for ever weeps ; Still bears the name the haplefs virgin bore , And bathes the forest where the rang'd before ...
... tears the lay , In a soft silver stream dissolv'd away . The filver ftream her virgin coldnefs keeps , For ever murmurs , and for ever weeps ; Still bears the name the haplefs virgin bore , And bathes the forest where the rang'd before ...
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... tears the river shed , 275 280 When the fad pomp along his banks was led ! His drooping fwans on every note expire , And on his willows hung each Mufe's lyre . Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice , No more the forefts ...
... tears the river shed , 275 280 When the fad pomp along his banks was led ! His drooping fwans on every note expire , And on his willows hung each Mufe's lyre . Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice , No more the forefts ...
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Page 52 - 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...
Page 87 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 151 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 24 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Page 113 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 162 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 3 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, 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.
Page 107 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Page 359 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 128 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...