The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 641790 |
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... glory's arduous hill , If fortune close the way . II . Yet ftill the felf - depending foul , Though laft and least in fortune's roll , His proper fphere commands ; And knows what nature's feal bestow'd , And fees , before the throne of ...
... glory's arduous hill , If fortune close the way . II . Yet ftill the felf - depending foul , Though laft and least in fortune's roll , His proper fphere commands ; And knows what nature's feal bestow'd , And fees , before the throne of ...
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... paffion , every heart , Confirm his awful throne : Tyrants fhall bow before his laws ; And freedom's , glory's , virtue's cause , Their dread affertor own . ODE VIII . HOLLAND . ODE ON LEAVING I. I. FAREWELL BOOK THE FIRST . ODE VII . # 5.
... paffion , every heart , Confirm his awful throne : Tyrants fhall bow before his laws ; And freedom's , glory's , virtue's cause , Their dread affertor own . ODE VIII . HOLLAND . ODE ON LEAVING I. I. FAREWELL BOOK THE FIRST . ODE VII . # 5.
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... glory , wither are they flown ? What can I now of thee to time report , Save thy fond country made thy impious fport , Her fortune and her hope the victims of thy own ? II . There [ * See the " Epistle to Curio , " in this volume . II ...
... glory , wither are they flown ? What can I now of thee to time report , Save thy fond country made thy impious fport , Her fortune and her hope the victims of thy own ? II . There [ * See the " Epistle to Curio , " in this volume . II ...
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... glory of Naffau Each bold Weffexian fquire and knight ? IV . I doubt it much ; and guess at least That when the day , which made us free , Shall next return , that facred feast Thou better may'ft obferve with me . With me the fulphurous ...
... glory of Naffau Each bold Weffexian fquire and knight ? IV . I doubt it much ; and guess at least That when the day , which made us free , Shall next return , that facred feast Thou better may'ft obferve with me . With me the fulphurous ...
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... glory in your luft , Though now ye tread the feeble neck in duft , Yet Time and righteous Jove will judge your dreadful · caufe . II . 1 . But lo , to Sappho's melting airs Defcends the radiant queen of love : She fmiles , and afks what ...
... glory in your luft , Though now ye tread the feeble neck in duft , Yet Time and righteous Jove will judge your dreadful · caufe . II . 1 . But lo , to Sappho's melting airs Defcends the radiant queen of love : She fmiles , and afks what ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amalthea arms Bards Behold beneath bids bleft blissful bands bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe CERINTHUS charms Corycian Damon defire Delia delight divine doft Dryads Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret fhade fhall fhame filent fing fire firft firſt flame flave flowers fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftands ftate ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour infpire Latium loft LXIV lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Naiads nobler Nymphs o'er paffions pain Pentheus Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rais'd raiſe reafon reft rifing ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhrine ſky ſpeaks ſpread ſtate ſtill ſway tender Tethys thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toils treaſure virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 186 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Seite 208 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
Seite 198 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 204 - 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, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Seite 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 201 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 197 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 201 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 197 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 197 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.