An Inquiry Into the Principles of Harmony in Language: And of the Mechanism of Verse, Modern and Antient

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T. Cadell & W. Davies, 1804 - English language - 434 pages

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Page 432 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd; But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it. This thou would'st say, 'Your son did thus and thus; Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas...
Page 426 - ... the intervention of any other mind ; the ignorant feel his representations to be just, and the learned see that they are complete.
Page 127 - O first created beam, and thou great Word, " Let there be light," and light was over all ; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree...
Page 122 - To the tanned haycock in the mead. 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 checkered shade...
Page 119 - DESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head : The wind that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply, And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Page 297 - These times, though many a friend bewail, These times bewail not I. But when the world's loud praise is thine, And spleen no more shall blame: When with thy Homer thou shalt shine In one establish'd fame!
Page 117 - IF aught of oaten flop, or paftoral. fong, May hope, chafte EVE, to footh thy modeft ear, Like thy own folemn fprings, Thy fprings, and dying gales, O NYMPH referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun Sits on yon weftern tent, whofe cloudy...
Page 114 - TAKE, oh take thofe lips away, That fo fweetly were forfworn ; And thofe eyes, the break of day, Lights that do miflead the morn : But my kifles bring again, Seals of love, but feal'd in vain.
Page 136 - And for there is so great diversitie In English, and in writing of our tongue, So pray I God that none miswrite thee, Ne thee mismetre for defaut of tongue.
Page 119 - How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower! The glory of April and May! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day.

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