The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 52. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Pindar is as na- tural as Anacreon , though not so familiar . As a fixt ftar is as much in the bounds of nature , as a flower of the field , though lefs obvious , and of greater dignity . This is not the received notion of Pindar ; I ...
... Pindar is as na- tural as Anacreon , though not so familiar . As a fixt ftar is as much in the bounds of nature , as a flower of the field , though lefs obvious , and of greater dignity . This is not the received notion of Pindar ; I ...
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... Pindar on the foot . Pindar is an original , and he must be fo too , who would be like Pindar in that which is his greatest praise . Nothing fo unlike as a close copy , and a noble original . As for length , Pindar has an unbroken Ode ...
... Pindar on the foot . Pindar is an original , and he must be fo too , who would be like Pindar in that which is his greatest praise . Nothing fo unlike as a close copy , and a noble original . As for length , Pindar has an unbroken Ode ...
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... vifions rife ! I triumph as I gaze : By Pindar led , I turn'd of late The volume dark , the folds of Fate ; And , now , am present to the future blaze . III . By III . By George and Jove it is decreed , 242 YOUNG'S POEMS .
... vifions rife ! I triumph as I gaze : By Pindar led , I turn'd of late The volume dark , the folds of Fate ; And , now , am present to the future blaze . III . By III . By George and Jove it is decreed , 242 YOUNG'S POEMS .
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... Pindar . The wealth and wonderful glory of Tyre . The approach of her ruin . The cause of it . Her crimes through all ranks and orders . Her miferable fall . The neigh- bouring kings just reflection on it . An awful image of the Divine ...
... Pindar . The wealth and wonderful glory of Tyre . The approach of her ruin . The cause of it . Her crimes through all ranks and orders . Her miferable fall . The neigh- bouring kings just reflection on it . An awful image of the Divine ...
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... Pindar fuch a theme , Too great for me ; I pant beneath the weight ! If loud as Ocean's were my voice , If . words and thoughts to court my choice . Out - number'd fands , I could not reach its height . XXV . Merchants o'er proudest ...
... Pindar fuch a theme , Too great for me ; I pant beneath the weight ! If loud as Ocean's were my voice , If . words and thoughts to court my choice . Out - number'd fands , I could not reach its height . XXV . Merchants o'er proudest ...
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Æther art thou beams beneath bleffing blifs boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's caufe cauſe Codrus courſe darkneſs death defcend diſtant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas fenfe fhall fhines fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul fpirits ftars ftill fublime fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juſt laſt lefs leſs Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind moft moral moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrikes ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne Trade virtue Voltaire whofe wing wiſdom
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Page 37 - O that I could but reach the Tree of Life ! For Here it grows, unguarded from our tafte ; 1075 No Flaming S'word denies our entrance Here; Would man but gather, he might live for ever. Lorenzo ! much of Moral haft thou feen. Of curious arts art thou more fond ? Then mark The Mathematic glories of the fkies,
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Page 73 - awake ! Thou, who fhalt wake, when the creation fleeps ; When, like a taper, all thefe funs expire; "When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath, Plucking the pillars that fupport the world, In Nature's ample ruins lies intomb'd ; - And Midnight, Univerfal Midnight! reigns. -END OF THE NIGHT-THOUGHTS.
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Page 10 - Intent on man, and anxious for his fate. Angels look out for thee; for thee, their Lord, To vindicate his glory; and for thee, Creation univerfal calls aloud, To dif-involve the moral world, and give 260 To nature's renovation brighter charms. Shall man alone, whofe fate,
Page 1 - NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST. THE CONSOLATION. CONTAINING, AMONG OTHER THINGS, I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens. II. A NIGHT-ADDRESS to the DEITY. HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE.
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Page 51 - Who built thus high for worms (mere worms to Him) O where, Lorenzo ! muft the Builder dwell ? Paufe, then ; and, for a moment, here refpire— If human thought can keep its ftation here. Where am I ?—Where is earth ?—Nay, where art Thou O fun ?—Is the fun turn'd reclufe ?—And are His boafted expeditions
Page 43 - To dijbelieve, through mere credulity!" If, in this chain, Lorenzo finds no flaw, Let it for ever bind him to belief, And where the link, in which a flaw he finds ? And, if a God there is, that God how great
Page 89 - To touch our paflions' fecret fprings Was his peculiar care ; And deep his happy genius div'd In bofoms of the fair; Nature, which favours to the few, All art beyond, imparts, To him prefented at his birth, The key of human hearts. But not to me by him bequeath'd His gentle,