The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 13 |
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... sing : He to thy soul lets - in celestial day , Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim aspect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy sake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor shall the Grave o'er thee a victory boast ...
... sing : He to thy soul lets - in celestial day , Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim aspect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy sake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor shall the Grave o'er thee a victory boast ...
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... sing Th ' immortal man , that with immortal verse Rivals the hymns of angels , and like them Despises mortal critics ... sings . Sic spirat , sic optat , Tui amantissimus BRITANNICUS . POEMS OF > BOOK I. WORSHIPING WITH FEAR . WHO 10 ...
... sing Th ' immortal man , that with immortal verse Rivals the hymns of angels , and like them Despises mortal critics ... sings . Sic spirat , sic optat , Tui amantissimus BRITANNICUS . POEMS OF > BOOK I. WORSHIPING WITH FEAR . WHO 10 ...
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... sing the God your Father's praise . And he pursues the subject in ten pious lines , which I could not forbear to transcribe , if the aspect and sound of so much Greek were not terrifying to a nice reader . But some of the latter poets ...
... sing the God your Father's praise . And he pursues the subject in ten pious lines , which I could not forbear to transcribe , if the aspect and sound of so much Greek were not terrifying to a nice reader . But some of the latter poets ...
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... sing to their golden harps " salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . " May 14 , 1709 . 6 Naturam expellas furcā licet , usque recurret . Hor . Will this short note of Horace excuse a ...
... sing to their golden harps " salvation , honour , and glory to him that sits upon the throne , and to the Lamb for ever . " May 14 , 1709 . 6 Naturam expellas furcā licet , usque recurret . Hor . Will this short note of Horace excuse a ...
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... sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his strings , To reach thy thoughts , in vain . Created powers ... SING . YET , mighty God , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , While the young notes and venturous song ...
... sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his strings , To reach thy thoughts , in vain . Created powers ... SING . YET , mighty God , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , While the young notes and venturous song ...
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angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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Page 419 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 419 - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Page 95 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Page 204 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best ; They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing...
Page 221 - Wide and wider spreads the vale As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round (unhappy fate !) Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others...
Page 203 - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Page 416 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Page 222 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Page 379 - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; The proud to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Page 202 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum, — Now teach me, Maid composed ! To breathe some soften'd strain : Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return.