The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 48Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fair profufion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Ruffian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast 115 The ...
... fair profufion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Ruffian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast 115 The ...
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... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the diffolving clouds Form , fronting on the fun , thy fhowery prifm ; And to the fage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the diffolving clouds Form , fronting on the fun , thy fhowery prifm ; And to the fage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
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... fair profufion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Ruffian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast 115 120 The ...
... fair profufion , yellow Autumn spies . If , brush'd from Ruffian wilds , a cutting gale Rise not , and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew ; or , dry - blowing , breathe Untimely froft ; before whofe baleful blast 115 120 The ...
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... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the diffolving clouds Form , fronting on the fun , thy showery prism ; And to the fage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
... fair proportion running from the red , To where the violet fades into the sky . Here , awful Newton , the diffolving clouds Form , fronting on the fun , thy showery prism ; And to the fage - instructed eye unfold The various twine of ...
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... fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles , and looks erect on Heaven , E'er ftoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? The beast of prey , Blood - ftain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye ...
... fair form ! Who wears sweet smiles , and looks erect on Heaven , E'er ftoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? The beast of prey , Blood - ftain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye ...
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Страница 167 - Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Страница 165 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
Страница 39 - With quickened step Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight and brighten with the dawn. Blue through the dusk the smoking currents shine, And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps awkward, while along the forest glade The wild deer trip and often turning gaze At early passenger.
Страница 186 - Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft, by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!