The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollet, HamiltonSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... turn'd , he grasp'd Her knees ; upon her garments flowing train Shivering he hung : and with beseeching eyes , Thus , from the abundance of his heart , com- plain'd : " If pity be no stranger to thy breast , ( As sure it should not to a ...
... turn'd , he grasp'd Her knees ; upon her garments flowing train Shivering he hung : and with beseeching eyes , Thus , from the abundance of his heart , com- plain'd : " If pity be no stranger to thy breast , ( As sure it should not to a ...
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... Turn'd the fine waist , and taught the breast to rise . Whether thy silver tides of music roll , Or pencil on the canvass strikes a soul , Or curious needle pricks a band or heart , At once a needle , and at once a dart ! All own that ...
... Turn'd the fine waist , and taught the breast to rise . Whether thy silver tides of music roll , Or pencil on the canvass strikes a soul , Or curious needle pricks a band or heart , At once a needle , and at once a dart ! All own that ...
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... turn A serpent ; or , to tempt me to accuse The kind oppression of thy righteous hand , Or , sting me to despair . - Affliction , hail ! Thou school of virtue ! open wide thy gates , Thy gates of cbony ! Yet , O , correct Thy servant ...
... turn A serpent ; or , to tempt me to accuse The kind oppression of thy righteous hand , Or , sting me to despair . - Affliction , hail ! Thou school of virtue ! open wide thy gates , Thy gates of cbony ! Yet , O , correct Thy servant ...
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... turn for aid ? — Methinks a seraph whispers in my ears , Pouring ambrosia on them , " Turn to God ; So peace shall be thy pillow , ease thy bed , And night of sorrow brighten into noon . Let the young cherub Patience , bright - ey'd ...
... turn for aid ? — Methinks a seraph whispers in my ears , Pouring ambrosia on them , " Turn to God ; So peace shall be thy pillow , ease thy bed , And night of sorrow brighten into noon . Let the young cherub Patience , bright - ey'd ...
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... Turn , Contemplation , from this savage scene Of violence and waste : my swimming eyes Have lost the beauties of the vernal view ! Sweet are the beauties of the vernal view ! And yet devotion wafts to nobler themes , And lifts the soul ...
... Turn , Contemplation , from this savage scene Of violence and waste : my swimming eyes Have lost the beauties of the vernal view ! Sweet are the beauties of the vernal view ! And yet devotion wafts to nobler themes , And lifts the soul ...
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热门引用章节
第140页 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第218页 - We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts : knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation.
第51页 - Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
第48页 - Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
第141页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第63页 - And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones, (With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown,) That tell in homely phrase who lie below. Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks he hears, The sound of something purring at his heels; Full fast he flies, and dares not look behind him, Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows; Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-opened grave; and (strange to...
第140页 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
第140页 - 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.
第468页 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
第125页 - 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...