Broome, Pope, Pitt, ThomsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... soul departs without a groan , And , joyful , wings her flight to worlds unknown . Ye gloomy grots ! ye awful solemn cells , Where holy thoughtful Contemplation dwells , Guard me from splendid cares , and tiresome state , That pompous ...
... soul departs without a groan , And , joyful , wings her flight to worlds unknown . Ye gloomy grots ! ye awful solemn cells , Where holy thoughtful Contemplation dwells , Guard me from splendid cares , and tiresome state , That pompous ...
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... soul : round o'er the fields To Troy he turns his eyes , and round beholds A thousand fires blaze dreadful ; through his ears Passes the direful symphony of war , Of fife , or pipe , and the loud hum of hosts Strikes him dismay'd : now ...
... soul : round o'er the fields To Troy he turns his eyes , and round beholds A thousand fires blaze dreadful ; through his ears Passes the direful symphony of war , Of fife , or pipe , and the loud hum of hosts Strikes him dismay'd : now ...
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... soul ! Oh ! reverend sage , Fires at the bold design ; through yon black host Venturous I bend my way ; but if his aid Some warrior lend , my courage might arise To nobler heights : the wise by mutual aid Instruct the wise , and brave ...
... soul ! Oh ! reverend sage , Fires at the bold design ; through yon black host Venturous I bend my way ; but if his aid Some warrior lend , my courage might arise To nobler heights : the wise by mutual aid Instruct the wise , and brave ...
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... soul : the hero fear'd Lest some bold Greek should interpose a wound , And ravish half the glories of the night . Furious he shookhis lance , and , " Stand , " he cry'd , " Stand , or thou dy'st : " then sternly from his arm Launch'd ...
... soul : the hero fear'd Lest some bold Greek should interpose a wound , And ravish half the glories of the night . Furious he shookhis lance , and , " Stand , " he cry'd , " Stand , or thou dy'st : " then sternly from his arm Launch'd ...
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... soul adores . FLORUS . Ye murmuring fountains , and ye wandering floods , That visit various lands through various roads ; Say , when ye find where Rosalind resides , Say , how my tears increase your swelling tides . DAMON . Tell me , I ...
... soul adores . FLORUS . Ye murmuring fountains , and ye wandering floods , That visit various lands through various roads ; Say , when ye find where Rosalind resides , Say , how my tears increase your swelling tides . DAMON . Tell me , I ...
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Página 244 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Página 157 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Página 222 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 169 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Página 447 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...
Página 161 - Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise! While, at each change, the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found. And the world's victor stood subdued by sound!
Página 244 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease ; Should such a man too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer. And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 168 - In heaps on heaps ; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh shameful chance !) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.
Página 160 - Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of. fools. Whatever nature has in worth denied, , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Página 171 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...