The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 8

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Alexander Chalmers
J. Johnson, 1810
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Page 53 - SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet, and fair, she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men
Page 603 - PARADISE LOST. Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first, in loftiness of thought surpass'd ; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
Page 53 - Thou must have uncommended dy'd. Small is the worth Of beauty, from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir'd, And not blush so to be admir'd. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee : How small a part of time
Page 605 - A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, 1687. From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, ' And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, " Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 608 - Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus' blessings arc a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. CHORUS. Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew
Page 562 - step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe: Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend th' Almighty Father's name: The Saviour Son be glorify'd, Who for lost man's redemption dy'd : And equal adoration be,
Page 610 - Tis well an old age is out, Chronos. And time to begin a new. Cho. of all. All, all of a piece throughout ; Thy chase had a beast in view: Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.
Page 546 - laici. AN EPISTLE. Dim as the borrow'd beams of Moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul : and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here; so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,
Page 135 - Till falling from dispute to fight, The conjurer's worsted by the knight Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat ; As lookers-on feel most delight, That least perceive a juggler's sleight, And, still the less they understand, The more th' admire his sleight of hand. Some with a noise and greasy
Page 609 - Timotheus, to his breathing flute, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With