Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... land , Ere yet from William's dauntless hand Her barbarous army fied ; When valour droop'd , and Wifdom fear'd , Thy voice expiring Credit heard , And rais'd her languid head . XIV . Now by thy ftrong affifting hand , Fix'd on a rock I ...
... land , Ere yet from William's dauntless hand Her barbarous army fied ; When valour droop'd , and Wifdom fear'd , Thy voice expiring Credit heard , And rais'd her languid head . XIV . Now by thy ftrong affifting hand , Fix'd on a rock I ...
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... land were fled ; That patriots now , like other folks , " Were made the but of vulgar jokes ; While Oppofition dropp'd her crest , And courted pow'r for wealth and rest . Why fome folks laugh'd , and some folks rail'd , Why fome ...
... land were fled ; That patriots now , like other folks , " Were made the but of vulgar jokes ; While Oppofition dropp'd her crest , And courted pow'r for wealth and rest . Why fome folks laugh'd , and some folks rail'd , Why fome ...
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... land . Thee , wretch ! no lisping babe shall name , No late - returning brother claim , No kinfman on thy road rejoice , No fifter greet thy ent'ring voice , With partial eyes no parents fee , And blefs their years restor'd in thee , In ...
... land . Thee , wretch ! no lisping babe shall name , No late - returning brother claim , No kinfman on thy road rejoice , No fifter greet thy ent'ring voice , With partial eyes no parents fee , And blefs their years restor'd in thee , In ...
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... land divides ; And here , of vice the province lies , And there , the hills of virtue rife . Upon a mountain's airy stand , Whole fummit look'd to either land , An ancient pair their dwelling chofe , As well for profpect , as repofe ...
... land divides ; And here , of vice the province lies , And there , the hills of virtue rife . Upon a mountain's airy stand , Whole fummit look'd to either land , An ancient pair their dwelling chofe , As well for profpect , as repofe ...
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... land , Lurk the dire rock , and dangerous fand ; The pilot warns with fail and oar , To fhun the much - fufpected fhore , In vain ; the tide , too fubtly strong , Still bears the wrestling bark along , Till found'ring , the refigns to ...
... land , Lurk the dire rock , and dangerous fand ; The pilot warns with fail and oar , To fhun the much - fufpected fhore , In vain ; the tide , too fubtly strong , Still bears the wrestling bark along , Till found'ring , the refigns to ...
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE dreft ECLOGUE ev'n ev'ry eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcenes fcorn fecret feek feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell genius grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe wild youth
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Page 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Page 278 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Page 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Page 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Page 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Page 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Page 44 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.