The Poetical Works of William Falconer, 第 21 卷

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W. Pickering, 1866 - 236 頁
 

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第 283 頁 - Those clothed with flesh, and life inspires the dead ; The sacred poets first shall hear the sound, And foremost from the tomb shall bound, For they are cover'd with the lightest ground ; And straight, with in-born vigour, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new. morning sing. There thou, sweet saint, before the quire shalt go, As harbinger of heaven, the way to show, The way which thou so well hast learn'd below.
第 264 頁 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend : God never made His work for man to mend.
第 119 頁 - Follow'd false lights; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task; my doubts are done: What more could fright my faith, than Three in One?
第 18 頁 - Round as a globe, and liquor'd every chink, Goodly and great he sails behind his link; With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og, For every inch that is not fool is rogue: A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter, As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter.
第 119 頁 - But, gracious God ! how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide ! Thy throne is darkness in the' abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.
第 255 頁 - tis impossible you should proceed. Already I am worn with cares and age, And just abandoning the ungrateful stage : Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, I live a rent-charge on His providence : But you, whom every Muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born. Be kind to my remains; and oh, defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express; You...
第 80 頁 - Whence, but from heaven, could men unskill'd in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths ? or how, or why, Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie ? Unask'd their pains, ungrateful their advice, Starving their gain, and martyrdom their price.
第 220 頁 - Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase, Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the...
第 221 頁 - Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, Was sent before but to prepare thy way; And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
第 255 頁 - That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught.

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