The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 5Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... stream . SAMS . Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray , translucent , pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod , 545 550 I drank , from the clear milky juice allaying Thirst , and refresh'd ; nor envy'd ...
... stream . SAMS . Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray , translucent , pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod , 545 550 I drank , from the clear milky juice allaying Thirst , and refresh'd ; nor envy'd ...
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... stream With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off The clotted gore . I with what speed the while ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay ) Will fend for all my kindred , all my friends , To fetch him hence , and folemnly attend With ...
... stream With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off The clotted gore . I with what speed the while ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay ) Will fend for all my kindred , all my friends , To fetch him hence , and folemnly attend With ...
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... flood , and each ebbing stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the fea - girt iles , That like to rich and various gems inlay 15 20 The The unadorned bosom of the deep , Which he to [ 121 ]
... flood , and each ebbing stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the fea - girt iles , That like to rich and various gems inlay 15 20 The The unadorned bosom of the deep , Which he to [ 121 ]
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... stream , And the flope fun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal 95 100 Of his chamber in the east . Mean while welcome Joy , and Feaft , Midnight Shout , and Revelry , Tipfy Dance , and Jollity ...
... stream , And the flope fun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal 95 100 Of his chamber in the east . Mean while welcome Joy , and Feaft , Midnight Shout , and Revelry , Tipfy Dance , and Jollity ...
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... streaming light , And thou fhalt be our kar of Arcady , Or Tyrian Cynofure . 2 BRO . Or if our eyes Be barr'd that happiness , might we but hear The folded flocks penn'd in their watled cotes , Or found of paftoral reed with oaten stops ...
... streaming light , And thou fhalt be our kar of Arcady , Or Tyrian Cynofure . 2 BRO . Or if our eyes Be barr'd that happiness , might we but hear The folded flocks penn'd in their watled cotes , Or found of paftoral reed with oaten stops ...
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Стр. 95 - 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.
Стр. 143 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Стр. 95 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 87 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 142 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Стр. 143 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
Стр. 96 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Стр. 141 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Стр. 99 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Стр. 74 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.