The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Tom 10Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... grief the Nine o'er Maro's tomb bestow'd ; And tears like these for Addison late flow'd . Snatch'd from the Earth , above its trifling praise , Thee , Hughes , to happier climes thy Fate conveys ; Eas'd of its load , thy gentle spirit ...
... grief the Nine o'er Maro's tomb bestow'd ; And tears like these for Addison late flow'd . Snatch'd from the Earth , above its trifling praise , Thee , Hughes , to happier climes thy Fate conveys ; Eas'd of its load , thy gentle spirit ...
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... grief ; Thy soul in clouded majesty till now Its finish'd beauties did but partly show ; Wondering we saw disclos'd the ample store , Griev'd in that instant , to expect no more . 5 So in the evening of some doubtful day , And clouds ...
... grief ; Thy soul in clouded majesty till now Its finish'd beauties did but partly show ; Wondering we saw disclos'd the ample store , Griev'd in that instant , to expect no more . 5 So in the evening of some doubtful day , And clouds ...
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... grief , and last this bold design propose ; That , in the dead of night , both would deceive Their keepers , and the house and city leave ; And lest , escap'd , without the walls they stray In pathless fields , and wander from the way ...
... grief , and last this bold design propose ; That , in the dead of night , both would deceive Their keepers , and the house and city leave ; And lest , escap'd , without the walls they stray In pathless fields , and wander from the way ...
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... Grief and gloom from every face ! How swift its raptures fly , And thrill thro ' every soul , and brighten every eye ! Proceed , sweet charmer of the ear ! Proceed ; and through the mellow flute , The moving lyre , And solitary lute ...
... Grief and gloom from every face ! How swift its raptures fly , And thrill thro ' every soul , and brighten every eye ! Proceed , sweet charmer of the ear ! Proceed ; and through the mellow flute , The moving lyre , And solitary lute ...
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... grief , and some with joy , Their final sentence wait . GRAND CHORUS . Then other arts shall pass away : Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie , And Painting fade and die , RECITATIVE . The river's echoing banks with pleasure did ...
... grief , and some with joy , Their final sentence wait . GRAND CHORUS . Then other arts shall pass away : Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie , And Painting fade and die , RECITATIVE . The river's echoing banks with pleasure did ...
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Strona 428 - He began on it ; and when first he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like the project. As he carried it on, he showed what he wrote to both of us ; and we now and then gave a correction or a word or two of advice, but it was wholly of his own writing.
Strona 211 - I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.
Strona 205 - And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Strona 440 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Strona 113 - We are seldom tiresome to ourselves ; and the act of composition fills and delights the mind with change of language and succession of images ; every couplet when produced is new, and novelty is the great source of pleasure. Perhaps no man ever thought a line superfluous when he first wrote it, or contracted his work till his ebullitions of invention had subsided.
Strona 145 - Athens Pisistratus rode ; Men thought her Minerva, and him a new god. But why should I stories of Athens rehearse, Where people knew love, and were partial to verse ; Since none can with justice my pleasures oppose, In Holland half...
Strona 150 - Ah me ! the blooming pride of May And that of Beauty are but one : At morn both flourish, bright and gay, Both fade at evening, pale and gone.
Strona 456 - Let others in the jolting coach confide, Or in the leaky boat the Thames divide; Or, box'd within the chair, contemn the street, And trust their safety to another's feet, Still let me walk; for oft the sudden gale Ruffles the tide, and shifts the dang'rous sail.
Strona 427 - will make " you sure of a clean shirt and a shoulder of mutton " every day." This counsel was rejected : the profit and principal were lost ; and Gay sunk under the calamity so low, that his life became in danger.
Strona 261 - And shoot a chilness to my .trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.