Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, 第 8 卷 |
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... Where infant tempests wait their growing wings , And tune their tender voices
to that roar , Which soon , perhaps , shall shake a guilty world ; Above
misconstrued omens of the sky , Far - travell'd comets ' calculated blaze ; • Night
the Eighth .
... Where infant tempests wait their growing wings , And tune their tender voices
to that roar , Which soon , perhaps , shall shake a guilty world ; Above
misconstrued omens of the sky , Far - travell'd comets ' calculated blaze ; • Night
the Eighth .
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If deaf to these , O ! hear Florello's tender voice ; his weal depends On thy resolve
; it trembles at thy choice ; For his sake - love thyself : example strikes AU human
hearts ; a bad example more ; More still a father's ; that ensures his ruin .
If deaf to these , O ! hear Florello's tender voice ; his weal depends On thy resolve
; it trembles at thy choice ; For his sake - love thyself : example strikes AU human
hearts ; a bad example more ; More still a father's ; that ensures his ruin .
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... take good heed , Nor shock his tender reason with the Creed ; Howe'er well -
bred , in public he complies , Obliging friends alone with blasphemies . Peerage
is poison , good estates are bad For this disease ; poor rogues run seldom mad .
... take good heed , Nor shock his tender reason with the Creed ; Howe'er well -
bred , in public he complies , Obliging friends alone with blasphemies . Peerage
is poison , good estates are bad For this disease ; poor rogues run seldom mad .
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... and Sunday to the week : Our very joys are anxious , and expire Between
satiety and fierce desire . Now what reward for all this grief and toil ? But one , a
female friend's endearing smile ; A tender smile , our sorrows ' only balm ,
SATIRE V.
... and Sunday to the week : Our very joys are anxious , and expire Between
satiety and fierce desire . Now what reward for all this grief and toil ? But one , a
female friend's endearing smile ; A tender smile , our sorrows ' only balm ,
SATIRE V.
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A tender smile , our sorrows ' only balm , And , in life's tempest , the sad sailor's
calm . How have I seen a gentle nymph draw nigh , Peace in er air , persuasion
in her eye ; Victorious tenderness ! it all o'ercame , Husbands look'd mild , and ...
A tender smile , our sorrows ' only balm , And , in life's tempest , the sad sailor's
calm . How have I seen a gentle nymph draw nigh , Peace in er air , persuasion
in her eye ; Victorious tenderness ! it all o'ercame , Husbands look'd mild , and ...
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第 282 頁 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
第 279 頁 - Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
第 264 頁 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 265 頁 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
第 229 頁 - His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
第 280 頁 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his suffrings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
第 262 頁 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
第 283 頁 - Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
第 271 頁 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
第 261 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...