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 頁 |
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... soul awakes : Now , low on earth , a kindred reptile creeps ; Sad Hamlet quibbles , and the hearer sleeps . Such was the poet : next the scholiast view ; Faint through the colouring , yet the features true . Condemn'd to dig and dung a ...
... soul awakes : Now , low on earth , a kindred reptile creeps ; Sad Hamlet quibbles , and the hearer sleeps . Such was the poet : next the scholiast view ; Faint through the colouring , yet the features true . Condemn'd to dig and dung a ...
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... soul to thee ! a holy joy , By reason prompted , and by reason swell'd Beyond all height - for thou art infinite ! Thy virtual energy the frame of things Pervading actuates : as at first thy hand Diffus'd through endless space this ...
... soul to thee ! a holy joy , By reason prompted , and by reason swell'd Beyond all height - for thou art infinite ! Thy virtual energy the frame of things Pervading actuates : as at first thy hand Diffus'd through endless space this ...
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... soul serene and sound tary execution upon them without process or con- viction and I know that the original is still kept in the secretary's office for that part of the united kingdom . Thus much I thought it necessary to say , that the ...
... soul serene and sound tary execution upon them without process or con- viction and I know that the original is still kept in the secretary's office for that part of the united kingdom . Thus much I thought it necessary to say , that the ...
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... soul's last hope ! We will not part - Help , help ! yon wave , behold ! That swells betwixt , has borne her from my sight . O , for a sun to light this black abyss ! Gone - lost - for ever lost ! " He ceas'd . Amaze And trembling on the ...
... soul's last hope ! We will not part - Help , help ! yon wave , behold ! That swells betwixt , has borne her from my sight . O , for a sun to light this black abyss ! Gone - lost - for ever lost ! " He ceas'd . Amaze And trembling on the ...
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... soul They soften , not subdue . We both will mix , For her thy virtue lov'd , thy truth laments , Our social sighs : and still , as morn unveils The brightening hill , or evening's misty shade Its brow obscures , her gracefulness of ...
... soul They soften , not subdue . We both will mix , For her thy virtue lov'd , thy truth laments , Our social sighs : and still , as morn unveils The brightening hill , or evening's misty shade Its brow obscures , her gracefulness of ...
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第 144 頁 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-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...
第 143 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.
第 147 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 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 142 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 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.