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AELLA Alfwold Aristippus arms Bacchus bard beauty Birtha bless blest bliss bosom Botte breast breath Catcott charms Christ dear death divine drest Earth etermal ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fancy fate fear fire flame fools fyghte genius give glory glow grace hand happy hath head heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Ianthe king knyghte kynge light Lord lyre mind Muse nature Nature's nete never numbers nymph o'er passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet pow'r praise pride rage rapture rhyme rise ROBERT DODSLEY round sacred scene sense shine sing smile soft song soul spirit Spleen spryte sweet taste Thanne thee thie thine things thou thought thro tongue true truth Twas verse virtue Whilst wond’rous word wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth ytte
第 141 頁 - 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 141 頁 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 125 頁 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
第 536 頁 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
第 140 頁 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
第 288 頁 - ... left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
第 141 頁 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
第 587 頁 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
第 624 頁 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.