The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 32-34 |
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What though archangel ' gainst archangel arms , And highest Heaven resounds with dire alarms ! Doth not the reader with like dread survey 15 The wounded gods repuls'd with foul dismay ? But when some fair - one guides your softer verse ...
What though archangel ' gainst archangel arms , And highest Heaven resounds with dire alarms ! Doth not the reader with like dread survey 15 The wounded gods repuls'd with foul dismay ? But when some fair - one guides your softer verse ...
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... your bows as when Adonis dy'd ; And with your golden darts , now uselefs grown , 25 Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone : “ Let nature change , let heaven and earth deplore , * Fair Daphne ' s dead , and Love is now no more !
... your bows as when Adonis dy'd ; And with your golden darts , now uselefs grown , 25 Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone : “ Let nature change , let heaven and earth deplore , * Fair Daphne ' s dead , and Love is now no more !
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See heaven its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No IMITATIONS . Ver . 85. Rise , crown'd with light , imperial Salem , rise ! ) The thoughts of Isaiah , which compose the latter part of the poem ...
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No IMITATIONS . Ver . 85. Rise , crown'd with light , imperial Salem , rise ! ) The thoughts of Isaiah , which compose the latter part of the poem ...
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When the full organ joins the tuneful quire , Th'immortal powers incline their ear ; Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ; And angels lean from heaven to hear .
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire , Th'immortal powers incline their ear ; Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ; And angels lean from heaven to hear .
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10 In Poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the Critic's share , Both must alike from Heaven derive their light , These born to judge , as well as those to write . La fuch teach others who themselves excel , 15 And ...
10 In Poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the Critic's share , Both must alike from Heaven derive their light , These born to judge , as well as those to write . La fuch teach others who themselves excel , 15 And ...
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Page 60 - 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 85 - 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 159 - 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 32 - 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 121 - 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 170 - 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 11 - 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 105 - 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 1 - 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 136 - 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...