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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... never given . This tragedy was dedi- cated to the prince his master . It was acted at Drury - lane in 1739 , and was well received , but was never revived . In 1740 , he produced , as has been already mentioned , The Masque of Alfred ...
... never given . This tragedy was dedi- cated to the prince his master . It was acted at Drury - lane in 1739 , and was well received , but was never revived . In 1740 , he produced , as has been already mentioned , The Masque of Alfred ...
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... never like the same thing long . To day is fair - they strut , huff , swear , harangue : - To morrow's foul - they ... never pop Thy head into a tinman's shop ? There , Thomas , didst thou never see— ' Tis but by way of simile- ? A ...
... never like the same thing long . To day is fair - they strut , huff , swear , harangue : - To morrow's foul - they ... never pop Thy head into a tinman's shop ? There , Thomas , didst thou never see— ' Tis but by way of simile- ? A ...
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... never wave , Where never wind of passion , or of guilt , Of suffering or of sorrow , shall invade The calm sound night of those who rest below . The weary are at peace : the small and great , Life's voyage ended , meet and mingle here ...
... never wave , Where never wind of passion , or of guilt , Of suffering or of sorrow , shall invade The calm sound night of those who rest below . The weary are at peace : the small and great , Life's voyage ended , meet and mingle here ...
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... never War Uprear'd his sanguine standard ; nor unsheath'd For wealth or power , the desolating sword . Where Luxury , soft syren , who around From passion's rage , the body from disease . Red on each cheek behold the rose of health ...
... never War Uprear'd his sanguine standard ; nor unsheath'd For wealth or power , the desolating sword . Where Luxury , soft syren , who around From passion's rage , the body from disease . Red on each cheek behold the rose of health ...
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... 'd vows can stay the flight Of instant fate . And , lo ! his secret seat , Where never sun - beam glimmer'd , deep amidst 2 See Martin's voyage to St. Kilda , p . 58 . The vapoury ' air with aromatic smells ; Then , MALLET'S POEMS .
... 'd vows can stay the flight Of instant fate . And , lo ! his secret seat , Where never sun - beam glimmer'd , deep amidst 2 See Martin's voyage to St. Kilda , p . 58 . The vapoury ' air with aromatic smells ; Then , MALLET'S POEMS .
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第143页 - 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.
第147页 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
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.