Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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Strona 58
... dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ; wander earth around , To fly ...
... dreadful made : O what a riddle of absurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ; wander earth around , To fly ...
Strona 108
... dreadful yawn'd beneath the jaws of hell.— Amid this fearful trance , a thundering sound He hears and thrice the hollow decks rebound . Upstarting from his couch , on deck he sprung ; Thrice with shrill note the boatswain's whistle rung ...
... dreadful yawn'd beneath the jaws of hell.— Amid this fearful trance , a thundering sound He hears and thrice the hollow decks rebound . Upstarting from his couch , on deck he sprung ; Thrice with shrill note the boatswain's whistle rung ...
Strona 115
... dreadful hour , I claim the dangerous reins of purblind power ! But should we now resolve to bear away , Our hopeless state can suffer no delay . Nor can we , thus bereft of every sail , Attempt to steer obliquely on the gale ; For then ...
... dreadful hour , I claim the dangerous reins of purblind power ! But should we now resolve to bear away , Our hopeless state can suffer no delay . Nor can we , thus bereft of every sail , Attempt to steer obliquely on the gale ; For then ...
Strona 119
... with interposing power , May curb the tempest ere that dreadful hour . But here ingulf'd and foundering while we stay , Fate hovers o'er and marks us for her prey . He said ; -Palemon saw , with grief of heart WILLIAM FALCONER . 119.
... with interposing power , May curb the tempest ere that dreadful hour . But here ingulf'd and foundering while we stay , Fate hovers o'er and marks us for her prey . He said ; -Palemon saw , with grief of heart WILLIAM FALCONER . 119.
Strona 120
... dreadful purpose Albert thus directs : Unhappy partners in a wayward fate ! Whose gallant spirits now are known too late ; Ye ! who unmov'd behold this angry storm With terrors all the rolling deep deform ; Who , patient in adversity ...
... dreadful purpose Albert thus directs : Unhappy partners in a wayward fate ! Whose gallant spirits now are known too late ; Ye ! who unmov'd behold this angry storm With terrors all the rolling deep deform ; Who , patient in adversity ...
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Strona 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strona 281 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Strona 278 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Strona 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Strona 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Strona 189 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Strona 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Strona 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Strona 282 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid...
Strona 186 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...