The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, and Poet Laureate, Zväzok 2

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University Press, 1802
 

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Strana 120 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Strana 21 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Strana 54 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Strana 118 - He made darkness his secret place, his pavilion round about Him with dark water, and thick clouds to cover Him.
Strana 137 - Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops that from my fountain pure, I have kept of precious cure...
Strana 55 - Along the lofty-window'd hall, The storied tapestry was hung : With minstrelsy the rafters rung Of harps, that with reflected light From the proud gallery glitter'd bright : While gifted bards, a rival throng, (From distant Mona, nurse of song...
Strana 154 - Its living hues where the warm pencil pours, And breathing forms from the rude marble start, How to life's humbler scene can I depart ? My breast all glowing from those gorgeous...
Strana 73 - And weapons huge of old renown. Martial prince, 'tis thine to save From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! So may thy ships securely stem The western frith : thy diadem...
Strana 177 - Has blasted all the wreaths of ancient age ; No more her groves by Fancy's feet are trod, Each Attic grace has left the lov'd abode. Fall'n is fair Greece ! by Luxury's pleasing bane Seduc'd, she drags a barbarous foreign chain.
Strana 174 - But principally I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth. This is the system upon which I have governed myself many years (but do not tell), and so I shall go on till I have done with them.

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