Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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Pàgina 4
... morn , When thou fhalt yield , and God be all in all . IX . Then from the filent grave and op'ning tomb Sheil each - reviving tenant lift his head * , And this time honour'd abbey's crouded womb Refignits treafures of illuftrious dead ...
... morn , When thou fhalt yield , and God be all in all . IX . Then from the filent grave and op'ning tomb Sheil each - reviving tenant lift his head * , And this time honour'd abbey's crouded womb Refignits treafures of illuftrious dead ...
Pàgina 23
... morning ! whither art thou gone ? Where haft thou hid thy many fpangled head , And the majestic menace of thine eyes Felt from afar ? pliant and pow'rlefs now ; Like new - born infant bound up in his fwathes , Or victim tumbled flat ...
... morning ! whither art thou gone ? Where haft thou hid thy many fpangled head , And the majestic menace of thine eyes Felt from afar ? pliant and pow'rlefs now ; Like new - born infant bound up in his fwathes , Or victim tumbled flat ...
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 54
... morn , The swallow , twitt'ring from the ftraw built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more fhall roufe them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn , Or bufy housewife ply her ...
... morn , The swallow , twitt'ring from the ftraw built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more fhall roufe them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn , Or bufy housewife ply her ...
Pàgina 58
... runs 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 ]
... runs 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 ]
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.