The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 第 14 卷J. Johnson, 1810 - 586页 |
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... charms ; For , look on blooming Pembroke's face , Even now he triumphs in his race . SUNG BY A SHEPHERDESS WHO HAS ... charm with ease , Whom happy Nature taught to please , Whom Honour made sincere . At morn he left me - fought - and ...
... charms ; For , look on blooming Pembroke's face , Even now he triumphs in his race . SUNG BY A SHEPHERDESS WHO HAS ... charm with ease , Whom happy Nature taught to please , Whom Honour made sincere . At morn he left me - fought - and ...
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... charms , From thy unfailing source of splendour draw ! In thy pure sh ne , with transport I survey This firmament , and these her rolling worlds , Their magnitudes , and motions : those how vast ! How rapid these ! with swiftness ...
... charms , From thy unfailing source of splendour draw ! In thy pure sh ne , with transport I survey This firmament , and these her rolling worlds , Their magnitudes , and motions : those how vast ! How rapid these ! with swiftness ...
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... charm'd Is lost in wonder - but , thou good unknown , If woes , for ever wedded to despair , That wish no cure , are ... charms , And brightening with their glow the brown abyss , Rose Theodora . Smiling , in her eye Sat , without cloud ...
... charm'd Is lost in wonder - but , thou good unknown , If woes , for ever wedded to despair , That wish no cure , are ... charms , And brightening with their glow the brown abyss , Rose Theodora . Smiling , in her eye Sat , without cloud ...
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... charm divine Of beauty , nor the matron's sacred age , Secure from wrongs , could innocence secure , Found reverence ... charms , That soul of sweetness , that soft glow of youth , Warm on thy cheek , and beaming from thine eye , Unmov'd ...
... charm divine Of beauty , nor the matron's sacred age , Secure from wrongs , could innocence secure , Found reverence ... charms , That soul of sweetness , that soft glow of youth , Warm on thy cheek , and beaming from thine eye , Unmov'd ...
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... charm is fuel to his fires : But other charms , and those of price , That form the bounds of Paradise , Can those an equal praise command ; All turn'd by Nature's finest hand ? Is all the consecrated ground With plumpness , firm , with ...
... charm is fuel to his fires : But other charms , and those of price , That form the bounds of Paradise , Can those an equal praise command ; All turn'd by Nature's finest hand ? Is all the consecrated ground With plumpness , firm , with ...
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Academus Amalthea amid Amyntor ancient arms Athens awful bard beauty behold beneath blest bloom blooming store bosom breast brow charms cloud delight divine dread dwell Earth eternal Ev'n fair faithful fame Fancy fate fear fix'd flame flowers genius glory grace grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope horrour hour human Hymen laws light lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind morn mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Petrarch Pindar Pisistratus pleasure poem pomp praise pride rage rais'd rapture rill rise round sacred scene sense shade shame shore silence smiles smiling band soft song soul springs stream sublime sweet tears tender terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue train truth Twas vale vex'd vext virtue Virtue's voice wing wonder youth
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第142页 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
第145页 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
第147页 - 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142页 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
第144页 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
第143页 - 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 simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第141页 - 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.