The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 12. köideJ. Johnson, 1810 - 640 pages |
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... soft peace his eve of glorious life . Feed round , my goats ; ye sheep , in safety graze ; Ye winds , breathe gently while I tune my lays . The joyous Spring draws nigh ! ambrosial showers Unbind the earth , the earth unbinds the ...
... soft peace his eve of glorious life . Feed round , my goats ; ye sheep , in safety graze ; Ye winds , breathe gently while I tune my lays . The joyous Spring draws nigh ! ambrosial showers Unbind the earth , the earth unbinds the ...
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... Soft beauty pleads ! along the plain The stag he chases , or beguiles The furious boar into his toils . For you the blooming ivy grows , Proud to adorn your learned brows ; Patron of letters you arise , Grow to a god , and mount the ...
... Soft beauty pleads ! along the plain The stag he chases , or beguiles The furious boar into his toils . For you the blooming ivy grows , Proud to adorn your learned brows ; Patron of letters you arise , Grow to a god , and mount the ...
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... soft seats ! ye limpid springs and floods ! Ye flowery meads , ye vales , and woods ! Ye limpid floods , that ever murmuring flow ! Ye verdant meads , where flowers eternal blow ! Ye shady vales , where Zephyrs ever play ! Ye woods ...
... soft seats ! ye limpid springs and floods ! Ye flowery meads , ye vales , and woods ! Ye limpid floods , that ever murmuring flow ! Ye verdant meads , where flowers eternal blow ! Ye shady vales , where Zephyrs ever play ! Ye woods ...
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... Soft gales breathe gently through the sky The lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of Spring : The silver dews , the vernal showers , Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers ; The joyous fields , the shady woods , Are ...
... Soft gales breathe gently through the sky The lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of Spring : The silver dews , the vernal showers , Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers ; The joyous fields , the shady woods , Are ...
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... soft , large vest , Florid with purple wool , his aged limbs Graceful adorn'd : tipt with a star of brass A ponderous lance he grasp'd , and strode away To wake sage Ithacus . Aloud his voice He rais'd : his voice was heard , and from ...
... soft , large vest , Florid with purple wool , his aged limbs Graceful adorn'd : tipt with a star of brass A ponderous lance he grasp'd , and strode away To wake sage Ithacus . Aloud his voice He rais'd : his voice was heard , and from ...
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Page 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
Page 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
Page 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
Page 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
Page 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Page 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Page 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
Page 219 - 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.
Page 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.