The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; 5 Loose flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow She tore the ...
... heart , revolving fad : Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale , VIRG . That hoarfe , and hollow , from the bleak furge blew ; 5 Loose flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow She tore the ...
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... heart ; in aweful justice clad ; His eyes effulging a peculiar fire ; And , as he charges through the prostrate war , His keen arm teaches faithlefs men , no more 150 153 160 To To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And 6 THOMSON'S ...
... heart ; in aweful justice clad ; His eyes effulging a peculiar fire ; And , as he charges through the prostrate war , His keen arm teaches faithlefs men , no more 150 153 160 To To dare the facred vengeance of the just . And 6 THOMSON'S ...
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... plague 250 Creep on the free - born mind ; and working there , With the sharp tooth of many a new - form'd want , Endlefs , and idle all , eat out the heart Of Of Liberty ; the high conception blast ; The noble BRITANNIA .
... plague 250 Creep on the free - born mind ; and working there , With the sharp tooth of many a new - form'd want , Endlefs , and idle all , eat out the heart Of Of Liberty ; the high conception blast ; The noble BRITANNIA .
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... heart beat filial transport at the fight ; And , as she mov'd to fpeak , th ' awaken'd Muse Liften'd intenfe . A while fhe look'd around , With mournful eye the well - known ruins mark'd , And then , her fighs repreffing , thus began ...
... heart beat filial transport at the fight ; And , as she mov'd to fpeak , th ' awaken'd Muse Liften'd intenfe . A while fhe look'd around , With mournful eye the well - known ruins mark'd , And then , her fighs repreffing , thus began ...
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... hearts unfelt ! and may her fong " Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew ! " Vermin of state ! to thy o'erflowing ... heart abroad ; " 6 375 Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal the man ; " To please his pleafure ; bounty his ...
... hearts unfelt ! and may her fong " Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew ! " Vermin of state ! to thy o'erflowing ... heart abroad ; " 6 375 Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal the man ; " To please his pleafure ; bounty his ...
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Page 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Page 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Page 280 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Page 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Page 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!