Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Том 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - Всего страниц: 807 |
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... thoughts ? How were these nuptials kept ? The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead , And all the village wept . Confusion , shame , remorse , despair , At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow , He shook , he groan'd ...
... thoughts ? How were these nuptials kept ? The bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead , And all the village wept . Confusion , shame , remorse , despair , At once his bosom swell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow , He shook , he groan'd ...
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... thoughts impart , And turn from ill , a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before , Till bliss shall join , nor death can part us more . That awful form , which , so the Heavens decree , Must still be lov'd ...
... thoughts impart , And turn from ill , a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before , Till bliss shall join , nor death can part us more . That awful form , which , so the Heavens decree , Must still be lov'd ...
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... thought profound Beheld the chief with back so round , Then roll'd his eye - balls to and fro O'er his paternal hills of snow , And into these tremendous speeches Broke forth the prophet without breeches . " Into what hills betray'd ...
... thought profound Beheld the chief with back so round , Then roll'd his eye - balls to and fro O'er his paternal hills of snow , And into these tremendous speeches Broke forth the prophet without breeches . " Into what hills betray'd ...
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... thoughts of empire dwell , And with imaginary titles swell . Say , for thou know'st I own his sacred line , The passive doctrine , and the right divine , Say , what new succours does the chief prepare ? The strength of armies ? or the ...
... thoughts of empire dwell , And with imaginary titles swell . Say , for thou know'st I own his sacred line , The passive doctrine , and the right divine , Say , what new succours does the chief prepare ? The strength of armies ? or the ...
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... thought ; Though red with stripes , and recent from the thong , Sore smitten for the love of sacred song , The tuneful sisters still pursue their trade , Like Philomela darkling in the shade . Poor Trott attends , forgetful of a fare ...
... thought ; Though red with stripes , and recent from the thong , Sore smitten for the love of sacred song , The tuneful sisters still pursue their trade , Like Philomela darkling in the shade . Poor Trott attends , forgetful of a fare ...
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Aurengzebe Balaam Bavius behold blessing blest blood bold breast breath brute Cadenus charms courser court crowd crown'd Dean death dread Dryope e'er Earth ELOISA TO ABELARD Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fix'd flame flies foes fool give Gnome Go snacks grace hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hounds kings knave lady learn'd live lord Lord Bolingbroke loud lov'd madam maid mankind mattadore mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pack Pallas panting passion plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride proud quadrille queen race rage reason rise round scorn shade shine skies smiles soft soul spleen stream sweet oblivion Swift Sylphs taught tears Thalestris thee thou thought trembling Twas Umbriel Vanessa Vertumnus vex'd virtue voice WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise wonder wretch youth
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Стр. 176 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Стр. 206 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Стр. 171 - Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Стр. 112 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Стр. 167 - AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan: ' A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Стр. 108 - Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half...
Стр. 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Стр. 175 - See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Стр. 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Стр. 131 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid ; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.