English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum C. Scribner's Sons, 1918 - 364 страница |
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... tale ; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the 10 ENGLISH POETS DIVINE ODE (1712)
... tale ; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the 10 ENGLISH POETS DIVINE ODE (1712)
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... round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice : Forever singing as they shine , " The hand that made us is ...
... round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice : Forever singing as they shine , " The hand that made us is ...
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... round , Meat fell a penny in the pound . • Now mind the glorious hive , and see How honesty and trade agree . The show is gone ; it thins apace , And looks with quite another face . For ' twas not only that they went By whom vast sums ...
... round , Meat fell a penny in the pound . • Now mind the glorious hive , and see How honesty and trade agree . The show is gone ; it thins apace , And looks with quite another face . For ' twas not only that they went By whom vast sums ...
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... round Him , Telling wonders from the sky ! Where they sought Him , there they found Him , With His virgin mother by . See the lovely babe a - dressing ; Lovely infant , how He smiled ! When He wept , the mother's blessing Soothed and ...
... round Him , Telling wonders from the sky ! Where they sought Him , there they found Him , With His virgin mother by . See the lovely babe a - dressing ; Lovely infant , how He smiled ! When He wept , the mother's blessing Soothed and ...
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... round the same unvaried chimes , With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find ' the cooling western breeze , ' In the next line , it ' whispers through the trees ; ' If crystal streams ' with pleasing murmurs creep ...
... round the same unvaried chimes , With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find ' the cooling western breeze , ' In the next line , it ' whispers through the trees ; ' If crystal streams ' with pleasing murmurs creep ...
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AUGUSTUS MONTAGU TOPLADY auld auld lang syne bard beauty beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds crown dear delight divine dread e'er earth eternal fair fame fancy fate fear Fingal flowers folly fools frae gale grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre Matthew Prior mind moral murmurs Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poor praise pride proud rage raptures RICHARD JAGO rills rise round scene shade shine sigh sing skelpin smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering wave wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Страница 218 - As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Страница 185 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Страница 236 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Страница 143 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Страница 184 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Страница 160 - How sleep the Brave T_TOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there...
Страница 269 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Страница 215 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 61 - 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? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...