The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fuch were Mine . Ev'n with thy labour'd pomp , for whofe vain fhow Deluded thousands ftarve ; all age - begrim'd , Tern , robb'd and scatter'd in unnumber'd facks , the tempeft of two thousand years shaken , let my ruins vie . 230 Thefe ...
... fuch were Mine . Ev'n with thy labour'd pomp , for whofe vain fhow Deluded thousands ftarve ; all age - begrim'd , Tern , robb'd and scatter'd in unnumber'd facks , the tempeft of two thousand years shaken , let my ruins vie . 230 Thefe ...
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... ; And where my jealous unfubmitting foul , The dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if fuch the miferable fate 295 300 305 310 315 320 Of an heroic race , the masters once Of human PAKT I. LIBERTY .
... ; And where my jealous unfubmitting foul , The dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if fuch the miferable fate 295 300 305 310 315 320 Of an heroic race , the masters once Of human PAKT I. LIBERTY .
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... fuch just poise ; Each power fo checking , and supporting , each ; That firm for ages , and unmov'd , it stood , The fort of Greece ! without one giddy hour , One fhock of faction , or of party - rage . 115 120 125 For , drain'd the ...
... fuch just poise ; Each power fo checking , and supporting , each ; That firm for ages , and unmov'd , it stood , The fort of Greece ! without one giddy hour , One fhock of faction , or of party - rage . 115 120 125 For , drain'd the ...
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... charms . Ev'n fuch enchantment then thy pencil pour'd , That cruel - thoughted War th ' impatient torch Dafh'd to the ground ; and , rather than deftroy 320 The The patriot picture , let the city ' fcape . PART II . 45 LIBERTY .
... charms . Ev'n fuch enchantment then thy pencil pour'd , That cruel - thoughted War th ' impatient torch Dafh'd to the ground ; and , rather than deftroy 320 The The patriot picture , let the city ' fcape . PART II . 45 LIBERTY .
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... fuch , that an unbalanc'd state , Still between noble and plebeian tost , As flow'd the wave of fluctuating power , 190 195 Was thence kept firm , and with triumphant prow 200 Rode out the ftorms . Oft though the native feuds , That ...
... fuch , that an unbalanc'd state , Still between noble and plebeian tost , As flow'd the wave of fluctuating power , 190 195 Was thence kept firm , and with triumphant prow 200 Rode out the ftorms . Oft though the native feuds , That ...
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Página 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Página 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Página 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Página 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Página 280 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Página 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Página 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Página 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!