The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces Biographical and CriticalJ. Nichols, 1779 |
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... woods . may'st thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age , nor fickness , interrupt thy fong : Then may we wondering read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and diffolv'd in streams ; Of thofe rich fruits that on the fertile ...
... woods . may'st thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age , nor fickness , interrupt thy fong : Then may we wondering read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and diffolv'd in streams ; Of thofe rich fruits that on the fertile ...
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... painted brood appear , Nor wood - pecks , nor the fwallow harbour near . They waste the swarms , and as they fly along Convey the tender morfels to their young . C Let Let purling ftreams , and fountains edg'd with mofs , [ 17 ]
... painted brood appear , Nor wood - pecks , nor the fwallow harbour near . They waste the swarms , and as they fly along Convey the tender morfels to their young . C Let Let purling ftreams , and fountains edg'd with mofs , [ 17 ]
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... woods and forefts take their flight . They rifle every flower , and lightly skim Thy crystal brook , and fip the running stream : And thus they feed their young with ftrange delight , And knead the yielding wax , and work the flimy ...
... woods and forefts take their flight . They rifle every flower , and lightly skim Thy crystal brook , and fip the running stream : And thus they feed their young with ftrange delight , And knead the yielding wax , and work the flimy ...
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... woods , to feek for new fupplies , And in the common stock unlades his thighs . Some watch the food , fome in the meadows ply , Taste every bud , and fuck each bloffom dry ; Whilft others , labouring in their cells at home , Temper ...
... woods , to feek for new fupplies , And in the common stock unlades his thighs . Some watch the food , fome in the meadows ply , Taste every bud , and fuck each bloffom dry ; Whilft others , labouring in their cells at home , Temper ...
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... woods attended as he play'd , And Rhodope was left without a shade . IV . Mufic religious heats infpires , It wakes the foul , and lifts it high , And wings it with fublime defires , And fits it to befpeak the Deity . Th ' Almighty ...
... woods attended as he play'd , And Rhodope was left without a shade . IV . Mufic religious heats infpires , It wakes the foul , and lifts it high , And wings it with fublime defires , And fits it to befpeak the Deity . Th ' Almighty ...
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Page 325 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
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Page 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
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Page 151 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.