The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: From Ben Jonson to BeattieD. Appleton, 1852 |
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Strana 11
... Heaven of For all that I gave up I nothing gain , brass : And perish for the part which I retain That bounteous Heaven , which God did not re- " Teach me not then , O thou fallacious Muse ! strain " The Rachel , for which twice seven ...
... Heaven of For all that I gave up I nothing gain , brass : And perish for the part which I retain That bounteous Heaven , which God did not re- " Teach me not then , O thou fallacious Muse ! strain " The Rachel , for which twice seven ...
Strana 30
... Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
... Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
Strana 31
... Heaven : the sulphurous hail , Both glorying to have ' scap'd the Stygian flood Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of Heaven receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red ...
... Heaven : the sulphurous hail , Both glorying to have ' scap'd the Stygian flood Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of Heaven receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red ...
Strana 32
... Heaven's azure , and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides , vaulted with fire : Nathless he so endur'd , till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay intranc'd Thick as autumnal ...
... Heaven's azure , and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides , vaulted with fire : Nathless he so endur'd , till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay intranc'd Thick as autumnal ...
Strana 33
... Heaven , with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the Moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs ; In Sion also not unsung , where stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart ...
... Heaven , with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the Moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs ; In Sion also not unsung , where stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart ...
Obsah
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Adam Anacreon angels appear'd Arcite arm'd arms beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim clouds Comus courser Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'n evil eyes fair fame fate father fear fight fire fix'd flame fruit glory gods grace ground hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell honor hope Israel join'd king light live Lord Lycidas lyre Messiah mighty mind mortal Muse night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er once pain Palamon Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Pirithous plac'd pleas'd praise quire rais'd reign rest return'd rise Satan seem'd shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood sweet taste Thebes thee thence Theseus thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd Twas vex'd virtue whence winds wings wonder
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Strana 20 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Strana 345 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Strana 20 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Strana 44 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Strana 58 - And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Strana 18 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony...
Strana 381 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if ATTICUS were he 1 What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals?
Strana 381 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Strana 35 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence...
Strana 141 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...