Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 30
Seite 58
... Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ; wander earth around , To fly that tyrant , thought . As Atlas groan'd The world beneath , we groan beneath an hour . We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next ...
... Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ; wander earth around , To fly that tyrant , thought . As Atlas groan'd The world beneath , we groan beneath an hour . We cry for mercy to the next amusement ; The next ...
Seite 59
... blest son of foresight ! lord of fate ! That awful independent on to - morrow ! Whose work is done ; who triumphs in the past ; Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; That common ...
... blest son of foresight ! lord of fate ! That awful independent on to - morrow ! Whose work is done ; who triumphs in the past ; Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile ; Nor , like the Parthian , wound him as they fly ; That common ...
Seite 62
... blest- Gay title of the deepest misery ! As bodies grow more ponderous robb'd of life , Good lost weighs more in grief than gain'd in joy , Like blossom'd trees o'erturn'd by vernal storm , Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And ...
... blest- Gay title of the deepest misery ! As bodies grow more ponderous robb'd of life , Good lost weighs more in grief than gain'd in joy , Like blossom'd trees o'erturn'd by vernal storm , Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And ...
Seite 64
... blest shade ! of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God ador'd ; Sore grudg'd the savage land her sacred dust ; Stamp'd the curs'd soil ; and with humanity ...
... blest shade ! of grief And indignation rival bursts I pour'd ; Half execration mingled with my prayer ; Kindled at man , while I his God ador'd ; Sore grudg'd the savage land her sacred dust ; Stamp'd the curs'd soil ; and with humanity ...
Seite 81
... blest abode , Would wish that we should spare . Oth . So may we prosper , As mercy shall direct us ! Selim . Farewell , friends ! Sadi . Intrepid prince , farewell ! VOL . V. [ Exeunt OTH . and SADI . SELIM'S SOLILOQUY BEFORE THE ...
... blest abode , Would wish that we should spare . Oth . So may we prosper , As mercy shall direct us ! Selim . Farewell , friends ! Sadi . Intrepid prince , farewell ! VOL . V. [ Exeunt OTH . and SADI . SELIM'S SOLILOQUY BEFORE THE ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom BORN bosom brave breast breath charms dear death delight dreadful dydd e'er earth eternal Eulogius ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear form'd frae FRANCIS FAWKES genius GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS grief hand hear heart Heaven honour hour JAMES GRAINGER kynge labour Lord mild ale mind MONODY mournful nature nature's night Night Thoughts numbers o'er pain pale Palemon passions PAUL WHITEHEAD peace plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor pow'r praise pride rage reign RICHARD JAGO rise Rodmond round scene Selim shade shore skies sleep smile soft song soul spread swain sweet Syr Charles taste taught tears tender Thatt thee Thenne thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought toil train trembling university of Edinburgh vale verse virtue wave wealth wild wings wretch wyfe wylle Wyth ynne youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Seite 281 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Seite 278 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Seite 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Seite 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Seite 189 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Seite 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Seite 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Seite 282 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid...
Seite 186 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...