The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, 14. köideJ. Johnson, 1810 |
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... ev'ry vein . Fancy dear artist of the mental pow'r ! Fly , -fetch my genius to the social hour ; Give me again his glowing sense to warm , His song to warble , and his wit to charm . Alas ! alas ! how impotently true Th ' aerial pencil ...
... ev'ry vein . Fancy dear artist of the mental pow'r ! Fly , -fetch my genius to the social hour ; Give me again his glowing sense to warm , His song to warble , and his wit to charm . Alas ! alas ! how impotently true Th ' aerial pencil ...
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Alexander Chalmers. Studies his learned tailor once a week , But curses ev'ry syllable of Greek ; I sit , and think o'er all that Sparta fir'd , That Athens boasted , and that Rome admir'd . Enraptur'd Fancy , busied with the theme , Forms ...
Alexander Chalmers. Studies his learned tailor once a week , But curses ev'ry syllable of Greek ; I sit , and think o'er all that Sparta fir'd , That Athens boasted , and that Rome admir'd . Enraptur'd Fancy , busied with the theme , Forms ...
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... ev'ry sun ; Then seek the cottage , where the homely bowl Smooths ev'ry brow , and opens every soul ; Speeds the same social warmth from breast to breast , And bids them laugh at Verres , and his crest . When honest Colin sees the ...
... ev'ry sun ; Then seek the cottage , where the homely bowl Smooths ev'ry brow , and opens every soul ; Speeds the same social warmth from breast to breast , And bids them laugh at Verres , and his crest . When honest Colin sees the ...
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... ev'ry ocean of the arctic sky ; While he whose vast capacious mind explores All Nature's scenes , and Nature's God ... ev'ry tie , from ev'ry duty freed , Without a balance , and without a creed , Dead ev'ry sense , each particle divine ...
... ev'ry ocean of the arctic sky ; While he whose vast capacious mind explores All Nature's scenes , and Nature's God ... ev'ry tie , from ev'ry duty freed , Without a balance , and without a creed , Dead ev'ry sense , each particle divine ...
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... ev'ry sense is lost in ev'ry joy , E'er fill'd his heart , and beam'd upon his breast Content's full sunshine , with the calm of rest ? No -- Virtue only gives fair Peace to shine , And health , O sacred Temperance ! is thine . Hence ...
... ev'ry sense is lost in ev'ry joy , E'er fill'd his heart , and beam'd upon his breast Content's full sunshine , with the calm of rest ? No -- Virtue only gives fair Peace to shine , And health , O sacred Temperance ! is thine . Hence ...
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Page 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Page 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Page 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...