Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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Pàgina 43
... A mighty angel With flaming fword forbids his longer stay + ; And drives the loit'rer forth ; nor muft he take Like early clouds or as the morning dew . + Genefis iii . 24 . Ope One laft and farewel round . At once he loft [ 43 ]
... A mighty angel With flaming fword forbids his longer stay + ; And drives the loit'rer forth ; nor muft he take Like early clouds or as the morning dew . + Genefis iii . 24 . Ope One laft and farewel round . At once he loft [ 43 ]
Pàgina 44
... loft His Glory and his God . If mortal now , And forely maim'd , no wonder ! Man has finn'd ; Sick of his blifs , and bent on new adventures , Evil he needs would try ; nor tried in vain . ( Dreadful experiment ! deftructive measure ...
... loft His Glory and his God . If mortal now , And forely maim'd , no wonder ! Man has finn'd ; Sick of his blifs , and bent on new adventures , Evil he needs would try ; nor tried in vain . ( Dreadful experiment ! deftructive measure ...
Pàgina 58
... To glimmering fhades , and fympathetic glooms ; . there thro ' the penfive dufk Strays , in heart - thrilling meditation loft , Indulging all to love . THOMSON'S SEASONS . One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd hill , [ 58 ]
... To glimmering fhades , and fympathetic glooms ; . there thro ' the penfive dufk Strays , in heart - thrilling meditation loft , Indulging all to love . THOMSON'S SEASONS . One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd hill , [ 58 ]
Pàgina 1
... loft . The Youth that riots and the Age that hoards , Folly that facrifices Things to Words ; Pride , Wit , and Beauty in one Tafle agree , ' Tis fenfual , or ' tis mental Luxury . Sad State of Nature , doom'd to fruitless Pain ...
... loft . The Youth that riots and the Age that hoards , Folly that facrifices Things to Words ; Pride , Wit , and Beauty in one Tafle agree , ' Tis fenfual , or ' tis mental Luxury . Sad State of Nature , doom'd to fruitless Pain ...
Pàgina 7
... loft . Satyrs and Centaurs too , might live of old , ( For fo we are in ancient Story told ) But fhould we doubt in this our faithless Age ; Who can produce a Centaur or a Sage ? Such mighty Births were Nature's firft Ellays , The lufty ...
... loft . Satyrs and Centaurs too , might live of old , ( For fo we are in ancient Story told ) But fhould we doubt in this our faithless Age ; Who can produce a Centaur or a Sage ? Such mighty Births were Nature's firft Ellays , The lufty ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 58 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Pàgina 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pàgina 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Pàgina 60 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Pàgina 5 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Pàgina 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Pàgina 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Pàgina 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.