The Works of the English Poets: SavageH. Hughs, 1779 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 33 筆
第 10 頁
... Still Morn begins , and Frost retains the scene ! Hark ! the loud horn's enlivening note's begun ! From rock to vale sweet - wandering echoes run ! Still floats the found shrill - winding from afar ! Wild beasts aftonish'd dread the ...
... Still Morn begins , and Frost retains the scene ! Hark ! the loud horn's enlivening note's begun ! From rock to vale sweet - wandering echoes run ! Still floats the found shrill - winding from afar ! Wild beasts aftonish'd dread the ...
第 16 頁
... still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 d , green on terrac'd ftages , vineyards blow ! By : By him fall mountains to a level space , An 16 SAVAGE'S ...
... still employ'd , Fills , with foft fertile mould , the fteril void ; Slop'd up white rocks , fmall , yellow harvests grow , 285 d , green on terrac'd ftages , vineyards blow ! By : By him fall mountains to a level space , An 16 SAVAGE'S ...
第 28 頁
... Still wakes her mind , though flumbers doze her eyes : She dreams , starts , rises , stalks from place to place , With reftlefs , thoughtful , interrupted pace ; Now eyes the fun , and curfes every ray , Now the green ground , where ...
... Still wakes her mind , though flumbers doze her eyes : She dreams , starts , rises , stalks from place to place , With reftlefs , thoughtful , interrupted pace ; Now eyes the fun , and curfes every ray , Now the green ground , where ...
第 31 頁
... Still thus I urge ( for ftill the fhadowy bliss Shuns the warm grasp , nor yields the tender kifs ) 310 Oh , fly not ! -fade not ! liften to love's call ! She lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs ...
... Still thus I urge ( for ftill the fhadowy bliss Shuns the warm grasp , nor yields the tender kifs ) 310 Oh , fly not ! -fade not ! liften to love's call ! She lives ! no more I'm man ! —I'm spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! -prefs ...
第 32 頁
... still poffeft ) Supremely curft from being greatly bleft ; For oh ! fo fair , fo dear was I to thee , Thou hadst forgot thy God , to worship me ; This he forefaw , and snatch'd me to the tomb ; Above I flourish in unfading bloom . 320 ...
... still poffeft ) Supremely curft from being greatly bleft ; For oh ! fo fair , fo dear was I to thee , Thou hadst forgot thy God , to worship me ; This he forefaw , and snatch'd me to the tomb ; Above I flourish in unfading bloom . 320 ...
常見字詞
AARON HILL æther beauty behold bleffing blifs bloom bluſh breaſt BRIDGET JONES bright cenfure charms circle of deceit clouds defcend defire deſpair diſplay divine eaſe ev'n fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fcorn feem feen ferene fhade fhall fhine fhould fighs fing fire firſt flame fmile foes foft fome fong fons forrows foul fpirits friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams ftrike fuch fweet fwelling glows grace grief heart heaven honours infpire juft Juftice light loft luftre mind moſt Mufe mufic Muſe muſt ne'er o'er Olympia paffion pity pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride purſue raiſe rays refin'd rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhows ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought truth virtue wealth weep whofe Whoſe wild wind youth
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第 39 頁 - Can its foot sharpen, like the vulture's claw? Can the fond goat, or tender fleecy dam, Howl, like the wolf, to tear the kid, or lamb? Yes, there are mothers...
第 86 頁 - Far be the guilt of homeshed blood from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me ! through Pity's eye condemn'd to see.
第 175 頁 - Loose-strung, run jingling into history's name. Thick as Egyptian clouds of raining flies ; As thick as worms where man corrupting lies ; As pests obscene that haunt the ruin'd pile ; As monsters floundering in the muddy Nile ; Minutes, Memoirs, Views, and Reviews appear, Where slander darkens each recorded year.
第 191 頁 - Thy sons, though crafty, deaf to wisdom's call; Despising all men, and despised by all. Sons, while thy cliffs a ditch-like river laves, Rude as thy rocks, and muddy as thy waves ; Of thoughts -as narrow as of words immense, As full of turbulence as void of sense : Thee, thee, what senatorial souls adorn ? Thy natives sure would prove a senate's scorn.
第 87 頁 - Which gives at once a life, and rears a mind ? Mother, miscalled, farewell ! Of soul severe, This sad reflection yet may force one tear : All I was wretched by...
第 175 頁 - Some ring or letter now reveals th' intrigue : Queens, with their minions, work unfeemly things, And boys grow dukes, when catamites to kings. Does a prince die ? What poifons they furmife ! No royal mortal fure by nature dies.
第 88 頁 - Her fmile more cheerful than a vernal morn, All life ! all bloom ! of Youth and Fancy born. Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her fubmit ! She looks her Sire, and fpeaks her Mother's wit. O'er the gay world the fweet infpirer reigns . Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp fuftains.
第 20 頁 - twixt thy foe and thee ; Truth from an eminence surveys our scene, (A hill, where all is clear, and all serene.) Kude earth-bred storms o'er meaner valleys blow, And wandering mists roll, blackening, far below; Dark, and debas'd, like them, is Envy's aim, And clear, and eminent, like Truth, thy fame.
第 19 頁 - Socrates inspire her pain, And Pope, the monarch of the tuneful train ! To whom be Nature's, and Britannia's praise ! All their bright honours rush into his lays ! And all that glorious warmth his lays reveal, Which only poets, kings, and patriots feel...
第 100 頁 - Two Fathers join'd to rob my Claim of one ! My Mother too thought fit to have no Son ! The Senate next...