The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... soul Inspires us , and with holy transports moves Our labouring minds , and nobler scenes presents Than all the Pagan poets ever sung , Homer , or Virgil , and far sweeter notes Than Horace ever taught his sounding lyre , And purer far ...
... soul Inspires us , and with holy transports moves Our labouring minds , and nobler scenes presents Than all the Pagan poets ever sung , Homer , or Virgil , and far sweeter notes Than Horace ever taught his sounding lyre , And purer far ...
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... soul of him who was God over all , blessed for ever ; and the Sovereign of life stretching his arms on a cross , bleeding and expiring . The Heaven and the Hell in our divinity are infinitely more delightful and dreadful than the ...
... soul of him who was God over all , blessed for ever ; and the Sovereign of life stretching his arms on a cross , bleeding and expiring . The Heaven and the Hell in our divinity are infinitely more delightful and dreadful than the ...
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... soul , nor check the raptures of her faith and love . Though , in my feeble attempts of this kind , I have too often fettered my thoughts in the narrow metre of our Psalm translators ; I have contracted and cramped the sense , or ...
... soul , nor check the raptures of her faith and love . Though , in my feeble attempts of this kind , I have too often fettered my thoughts in the narrow metre of our Psalm translators ; I have contracted and cramped the sense , or ...
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... soul , and shake thy mortal Sublime on Winter's rugged wings He rides in arms along the sky , And scatters fafe on swains and kings ; And flocks and herds and nations die : While impious lips , profanely bold , Grow pale ; and ...
... soul , and shake thy mortal Sublime on Winter's rugged wings He rides in arms along the sky , And scatters fafe on swains and kings ; And flocks and herds and nations die : While impious lips , profanely bold , Grow pale ; and ...
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... soul returns t ' an angry God , To be shut out from Heaven . SUN , MOON , AND STARS , PRAISE YE THE LORD . FAIREST of all the lights above , Thou Sun , whose beams adorn the spheres , And with unwearied swiftness move , To form the ...
... soul returns t ' an angry God , To be shut out from Heaven . SUN , MOON , AND STARS , PRAISE YE THE LORD . FAIREST of all the lights above , Thou Sun , whose beams adorn the spheres , And with unwearied swiftness move , To form the ...
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AMBROSE PHILIPS ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright brow Camarina charms Circassia crown'd dear death delight divine e'en ECLOGUE ELEGY EPODE Ergoteles eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame fleece flocks flowers fond gentle glory grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy hear heart Heaven heavenly Hiero hills honour immortal Jove labour Lord lov'd lyre maid mind mournful Muse native ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er Olympic games pain passion peace Pelops Phineus Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shepherds shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tender thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil tongue vale verse virtue wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind Xenocrates young youth
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Страница 202 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks, o'er all, Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Страница 327 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right dear : Ne would esteem him act as mought behove, Who should not honor'd eld with these revere : For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Страница 203 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
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 205 - No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen ; No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Страница 204 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Страница 365 - In his Night Thoughts he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions; a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Страница 206 - No sedge-crown'd sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend ! And see ! the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view ! Yet once again, dear parted shade, Meek Nature's child, again adieu...
Страница 422 - Beware what earth calls happiness; beware All joys but joys that never can expire. Who builds on less than an immortal base, Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death.
Страница 436 - Thou, my All ! My theme ! my inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth ! — my world . My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast through time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man...