The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 13J. Johnson, 1810 - 612 страница |
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... immortal life and joy . " If this quotation has appeared long , let it be considered , that it comprises an account of six - and - thirty years , and those the years of Dr. Watts . From the time of his reception into this family , his ...
... immortal life and joy . " If this quotation has appeared long , let it be considered , that it comprises an account of six - and - thirty years , and those the years of Dr. Watts . From the time of his reception into this family , his ...
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... immortal love , And sing a purer flame . Seraphic heights I seem to gain , And sacred transports feel , While , WATTS , to thy celestial strain , Surpris'd , I listen still . The gliding streams their course forbear , When I thy lays ...
... immortal love , And sing a purer flame . Seraphic heights I seem to gain , And sacred transports feel , While , WATTS , to thy celestial strain , Surpris'd , I listen still . The gliding streams their course forbear , When I thy lays ...
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... immortal man , that with immortal verse Rivals the hymns of angels , and like them Despises mortal critics ' idle rules : While the celestial flame that warms thy soul Inspires us , and with holy transports moves Our labouring minds ...
... immortal man , that with immortal verse Rivals the hymns of angels , and like them Despises mortal critics ' idle rules : While the celestial flame that warms thy soul Inspires us , and with holy transports moves Our labouring minds ...
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... immortal downward flies , With peaceful olive in his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress : I feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THREE ...
... immortal downward flies , With peaceful olive in his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress : I feel the balm that heals my wounds , And all my powers adore the grace . A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THREE ...
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... Immortal day breaks from thine eyes , And Gabriel veils his face . Thine essence is a vast abyss , Which angels cannot sound , An ocean of infinities , Where all our thoughts are drown'd . CONFESSION AND PARDON . ALAS , my aching heart ...
... Immortal day breaks from thine eyes , And Gabriel veils his face . Thine essence is a vast abyss , Which angels cannot sound , An ocean of infinities , Where all our thoughts are drown'd . CONFESSION AND PARDON . ALAS , my aching heart ...
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angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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Страница 419 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 419 - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Страница 95 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Страница 204 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best ; They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing...
Страница 221 - Wide and wider spreads the vale As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round (unhappy fate !) Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others...
Страница 203 - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Страница 416 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Страница 222 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Страница 379 - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; The proud to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Страница 202 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum, — Now teach me, Maid composed ! To breathe some soften'd strain : Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return.