Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Τόμος 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 σελίδες |
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... Death of Mr. Addison An Imitation of the Prophesy of Nereus . From Horace . Book II . Ode XV ....... An Epistle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at Avignon Page 3 10 13 An Ode , inscribed to the Earl of Sunderland at Windsor 19 ...
... Death of Mr. Addison An Imitation of the Prophesy of Nereus . From Horace . Book II . Ode XV ....... An Epistle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at Avignon Page 3 10 13 An Ode , inscribed to the Earl of Sunderland at Windsor 19 ...
Σελίδα iii
... Death of Dr. Swift 329 Baucis and Philemon . On the ever - lamented loss of the two Yew - trees in the Parish of Chilthorne , Somerset . Imitated from the Eighth Book of Ovid .......... 347 A Description of the Morning 353 The Grand ...
... Death of Dr. Swift 329 Baucis and Philemon . On the ever - lamented loss of the two Yew - trees in the Parish of Chilthorne , Somerset . Imitated from the Eighth Book of Ovid .......... 347 A Description of the Morning 353 The Grand ...
Σελίδα 2
... death of Addison , he was entrusted with the charge of publishing his works , a distinction which he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated man , with an elegy on his death , of which Dr. John- son says , " That a more sublime or ...
... death of Addison , he was entrusted with the charge of publishing his works , a distinction which he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated man , with an elegy on his death , of which Dr. John- son says , " That a more sublime or ...
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... death took place at Bath , in 1740 , the 54th year of his age . COLIN AND LUCY . A BALLAD . Or Leinster , fam'd for maidens fair , Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless ...
... death took place at Bath , in 1740 , the 54th year of his age . COLIN AND LUCY . A BALLAD . Or Leinster , fam'd for maidens fair , Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless ...
Σελίδα 5
... death bedew'd his brow , He shook , he groan'd , he fell . From the vain bride , ah , bride no more ! The varying crimson fled , When , stretch'd before her rival's corse , She saw her husband dead . Then to his Lucy's new - made grave ...
... death bedew'd his brow , He shook , he groan'd , he fell . From the vain bride , ah , bride no more ! The varying crimson fled , When , stretch'd before her rival's corse , She saw her husband dead . Then to his Lucy's new - made grave ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.