The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Zväzok 7Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... happy . Let them peruse one of his letters accidentally preserved by Peck , which I recom- mend to the consideration of all that may hereafter pant for solitude . " To Dr. THOMAS SPRAT . " Chertsey , May 21 , 1665 . " The first night ...
... happy . Let them peruse one of his letters accidentally preserved by Peck , which I recom- mend to the consideration of all that may hereafter pant for solitude . " To Dr. THOMAS SPRAT . " Chertsey , May 21 , 1665 . " The first night ...
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... happy call , ' Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all . Hope , thou bold taster of delight , Who , whilst thou should'st but taste , devour'st it quite ! Thou bring'st us an estate , yet leav'st us poor , By clogging it with ...
... happy call , ' Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all . Hope , thou bold taster of delight , Who , whilst thou should'st but taste , devour'st it quite ! Thou bring'st us an estate , yet leav'st us poor , By clogging it with ...
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... happy , by Philetus ' constancy And perfect love : she thanks her flattering fate , Kisses the paper , till with kissing she The welcome characters doth dull and stain : Then thus with ink and tears writes back again . CONSTANTIA TO ...
... happy , by Philetus ' constancy And perfect love : she thanks her flattering fate , Kisses the paper , till with kissing she The welcome characters doth dull and stain : Then thus with ink and tears writes back again . CONSTANTIA TO ...
Strana 63
... happy state , I would not fear , nor wish , my fate ; But boldly say , each night , To morrow let my Sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them ; I have liv'd to day . A POETICAL REVENGE . WESTMINSTER - hall a friend and I agreed To ...
... happy state , I would not fear , nor wish , my fate ; But boldly say , each night , To morrow let my Sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them ; I have liv'd to day . A POETICAL REVENGE . WESTMINSTER - hall a friend and I agreed To ...
Strana 65
... Happy , O happy they , whose tomb might be , Mausolus !. envied by thee ! ODE II . THAT A PLEASANT POVERTY IS TO BE PREFERRED BEFORE DISCONTENTED RICHES . WH HY , O ! doth gaudy Tagus ravish thee , Though Neptune's treasure - house it ...
... Happy , O happy they , whose tomb might be , Mausolus !. envied by thee ! ODE II . THAT A PLEASANT POVERTY IS TO BE PREFERRED BEFORE DISCONTENTED RICHES . WH HY , O ! doth gaudy Tagus ravish thee , Though Neptune's treasure - house it ...
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Adam Adam and Eve angels arms beasts behold blest blood bold bright call'd clouds Comus Cowley Dæmon Dagon dark death delight divine dost doth dreadful Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate father fear fire flame friends glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Israel king labour less light live Lord Lucifer LUDLOW CASTLE Ludlow town Lycidas malè mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature never night numbers o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Philistines Pindar pleasure poem poets praise prince rage Rome round sacred Satan seem'd serpent sight song soul spake spirits stood sweet tears thee thence thine things thought throne thyself tree Twas Twill verse vex'd virtue Whilst wings wise wonder words youth
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Strana 369 - So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may sec and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Now had the Almighty Father from above, From the pure empyrean where he sits
Strana 478 - he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing in their glory, move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more
Strana 477 - For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : "Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Strana 358 - or Trebisond, Or whom Biserta sent from Afric shore, When Charlemain with all his peerage fell By Fontarabbia. Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Their dread commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor
Strana 354 - the Almighty Power, Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms. Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men, he with his horrid
Strana 479 - in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye
Strana 355 - How overcome this dire calamity ; What reinforcement we may gain from hope ; If not, what resolution from despair." Thus Satan. talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood ; in
Strana 477 - praise," Phœbus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor In broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging .love
Strana 480 - sound, Over some wide-waterM shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the
Strana 508 - Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.