Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Band 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 Seiten |
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... half the night : But now , with fears and public cares possest , The church , the church , for ever breaks my rest . The postboy on my pillow I explore , And sift the news of every foreign shore , VOL . . C Studious to find new friends ...
... half the night : But now , with fears and public cares possest , The church , the church , for ever breaks my rest . The postboy on my pillow I explore , And sift the news of every foreign shore , VOL . . C Studious to find new friends ...
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... half the fair : In Britain's lovely isle a shining throng War in his cause , a thousand beauties strong . Th ' unthinking victors vainly boast their powers ; Be theirs the musket , while the tongue is ours . We reason with such fluency ...
... half the fair : In Britain's lovely isle a shining throng War in his cause , a thousand beauties strong . Th ' unthinking victors vainly boast their powers ; Be theirs the musket , while the tongue is ours . We reason with such fluency ...
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... half in luxury , and one in prayer ? His mind perhaps at length debauch'd with ease , The proffer'd purple and the hat may please . Shall he , whose ancient patriarchal race To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace , In solemn conclave sit ...
... half in luxury , and one in prayer ? His mind perhaps at length debauch'd with ease , The proffer'd purple and the hat may please . Shall he , whose ancient patriarchal race To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace , In solemn conclave sit ...
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... Half sickening at the sight , too well I spy The father's spirit through the mother's eye : In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain , And strive to hate their innocence in vain . O princess ! happy by thy foes confest ! Blest in thy ...
... Half sickening at the sight , too well I spy The father's spirit through the mother's eye : In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain , And strive to hate their innocence in vain . O princess ! happy by thy foes confest ! Blest in thy ...
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... half thy surface unfatigued . In thee alone , fair land of liberty ! Is bred the perfect hound , in scent and speed As yet unrivall'd , while in other climes Their virtue fails , a weak degenerate race . In vain malignant steams and ...
... half thy surface unfatigued . In thee alone , fair land of liberty ! Is bred the perfect hound , in scent and speed As yet unrivall'd , while in other climes Their virtue fails , a weak degenerate race . In vain malignant steams and ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aurengzebe Balaam Bavius behold blessing blest blood bold breast breath brute Cadenus charms courser court crowd crown'd Dean death dread Dryope e'er Earth ELOISA TO ABELARD Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fix'd flame flies foes fool give Gnome Go snacks grace hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hounds kings knave lady learn'd live lord Lord Bolingbroke loud lov'd madam maid mankind mattadore mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pack Pallas panting passion plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride proud quadrille queen race rage reason rise round scorn shade shine skies smiles soft soul spleen stream sweet oblivion Swift Sylphs taught tears Thalestris thee thou thought trembling Twas Umbriel Vanessa Vertumnus vex'd virtue voice WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise wonder wretch youth
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Seite 176 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 206 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Seite 171 - Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Seite 112 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Seite 167 - AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan: ' A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 108 - Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half...
Seite 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Seite 175 - See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Seite 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 131 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid ; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.