The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and CollinsJ. Grigg, 1836 |
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... Nature could no farther go : To make a third she joined the former two . FROM AN ACCOUNT OF THE GREATEST ENGLISH POETS . BY ADDISON . DR . JOHNSON'S PROLOGUE TO THE MASK OF COMUS . Acted at the Drury - Lane Theatre , April 5 , 1750 for ...
... Nature could no farther go : To make a third she joined the former two . FROM AN ACCOUNT OF THE GREATEST ENGLISH POETS . BY ADDISON . DR . JOHNSON'S PROLOGUE TO THE MASK OF COMUS . Acted at the Drury - Lane Theatre , April 5 , 1750 for ...
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... nature paints her colours , how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet . " Such whispering waked her , but with startled eye On Adam , whom embracing , thus she spake . " O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose , My glory ...
... nature paints her colours , how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet . " Such whispering waked her , but with startled eye On Adam , whom embracing , thus she spake . " O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose , My glory ...
第 37 頁
... nature multiplies Her fertile growth , and by disburdening grows More fruitful , which instructs us not to spare . " To whom thus Eve . Adam , earth's hallowed mould , 66 Of God inspired , small store will serve , where store , All ...
... nature multiplies Her fertile growth , and by disburdening grows More fruitful , which instructs us not to spare . " To whom thus Eve . Adam , earth's hallowed mould , 66 Of God inspired , small store will serve , where store , All ...
第 44 頁
... nature : God and nature bid the same , When he who rules is worthiest , and excels Them whom he governs . This is servitude , To serve the unwise , or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier , as thine now serve thee , Thyself not ...
... nature : God and nature bid the same , When he who rules is worthiest , and excels Them whom he governs . This is servitude , To serve the unwise , or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier , as thine now serve thee , Thyself not ...
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... Nature herself , though pure of sinful thought , Wrought in her so , that , seeing me , she turned : I followed her ; she what was honour knew , And with obsequious majesty approved My pleaded reason . To the nuptial bower I led her ...
... Nature herself , though pure of sinful thought , Wrought in her so , that , seeing me , she turned : I followed her ; she what was honour knew , And with obsequious majesty approved My pleaded reason . To the nuptial bower I led her ...
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第 16 頁 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
第 44 頁 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
第 44 頁 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a...
第 44 頁 - Await, alike, the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud ! impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle, and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, . Or flattery sooth the dull, cold ear of death...
第 153 頁 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
第 150 頁 - Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
第 152 頁 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
第 150 頁 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
第 158 頁 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
第 144 頁 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.