Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Volume 1John Aikin |
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... Theseus was his name : A chief , who more in feats of arms excell'd , The rising nor the setting Sun beheld . Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won , And added foreign countries to his crown . In Scythia with the warrior queen he ...
... Theseus was his name : A chief , who more in feats of arms excell'd , The rising nor the setting Sun beheld . Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won , And added foreign countries to his crown . In Scythia with the warrior queen he ...
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... Theseus ' tent : Whom , known of Creon's line , and cur'd with care , He to his city sent as prisoners of the war , Hopeless of ransom , and condemn'd to lie In durance , doom'd a lingering death to die . This done , he march'd away ...
... Theseus ' tent : Whom , known of Creon's line , and cur'd with care , He to his city sent as prisoners of the war , Hopeless of ransom , and condemn'd to lie In durance , doom'd a lingering death to die . This done , he march'd away ...
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... Theseus , his familiar friend ; Their love in early infancy began , And rose as childhood ripen'd into man : Companions of the war , and lov'd so well , That when one dy'd , as ancient stories tell , His fellow to redeem him went to ...
... Theseus , his familiar friend ; Their love in early infancy began , And rose as childhood ripen'd into man : Companions of the war , and lov'd so well , That when one dy'd , as ancient stories tell , His fellow to redeem him went to ...
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... Theseus ' person he was ever near ; And Theseus for his virtues held him dear . Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy draught , And snor'd secure till morn , his senses bound In slumber , and in long oblivion drown'd . Short was the night ...
... Theseus ' person he was ever near ; And Theseus for his virtues held him dear . Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy draught , And snor'd secure till morn , his senses bound In slumber , and in long oblivion drown'd . Short was the night ...
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... Theseus holds in bonds , and will not free ; Without a crime , except his kin to me . Yet these , and all the rest , I could endure ; But love's a malady without a cure ; Fierce Love has pierc'd me with his fiery dart , Hle fires within ...
... Theseus holds in bonds , and will not free ; Without a crime , except his kin to me . Yet these , and all the rest , I could endure ; But love's a malady without a cure ; Fierce Love has pierc'd me with his fiery dart , Hle fires within ...
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Page 238 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 18 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till, With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast ; And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon...
Page 383 - 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...
Page 18 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 362 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 58 - Rising or falling, still advance His praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise.
Page 141 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Page 456 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round ; On Nature write...
Page 20 - Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 348 - Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home ; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court ; In various talk th...