The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen581790 |
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... along the vallies play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away : By Tigris ' wandering waves he fat , and fung This useful leffon for the fair and young . B 2 Ye Ye Perfian dames , he said , to you belong [ 3 ]
... along the vallies play , Breathe on each flower , and bear their sweets away : By Tigris ' wandering waves he fat , and fung This useful leffon for the fair and young . B 2 Ye Ye Perfian dames , he said , to you belong [ 3 ]
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... waves beat , Hear drowning feamen's cries in tempefts brought ! Dark power , with fhuddering meek submitted thought , Be mine , to read the vifions old , Which thy awakening bards have told . And , left thou meet my blasted view , Hold ...
... waves beat , Hear drowning feamen's cries in tempefts brought ! Dark power , with fhuddering meek submitted thought , Be mine , to read the vifions old , Which thy awakening bards have told . And , left thou meet my blasted view , Hold ...
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English poets. To the blown Baltic then , they fay , The wild waves found another way , Where Orcas howls , his wolfish mountains rounding ; Till all the banded weft at once ' gan rife , A wide wild ftorm ev'n Nature's felf confounding ...
English poets. To the blown Baltic then , they fay , The wild waves found another way , Where Orcas howls , his wolfish mountains rounding ; Till all the banded weft at once ' gan rife , A wide wild ftorm ev'n Nature's felf confounding ...
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... wave His country's vows fhall blefs the grave , Wheree'er the youth is laid : That facred spot the village hind With every sweetest turf fhall bind , And Peace protect the fhade . O'er him , whose doom thy virtues grieve , Aërial forms ...
... wave His country's vows fhall blefs the grave , Wheree'er the youth is laid : That facred spot the village hind With every sweetest turf fhall bind , And Peace protect the fhade . O'er him , whose doom thy virtues grieve , Aërial forms ...
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... wave ! The year's beft fweets fhall duteous rife , To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! II . In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in forrow bleeds , May love through life the foothing ...
... wave ! The year's beft fweets fhall duteous rife , To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! II . In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in forrow bleeds , May love through life the foothing ...
Términos y frases comunes
AARON HILL Ægyptus æther ancient ariſe beauteous behold beneath bleft boaſt breathe charm chearful clime coaft courſe CYMBELINE deep delight deſcription diftant dreft duft eaſe eclogue erft ev'n facred fair Falernum fame fcene feek fhade fhall fhepherds fhore fide filent firſt fleece flocks flowers foft folemn fome fong fons ftill ftores ftrain fubject fuch fwains fweet fwell Gaul green GRONGAR HILL groves hand heart hills ifle induſtry iſle lofty loom lov'd maid meaſure moſt mountains Mufe mufic Muſe numbers nymphs o'er paffions paftures plains pleaſure poet proud raiſe realms rife riſe rocks ruins ſcene ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhe ſheep ſhore ſkill ſky ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtream ſtreets ſtrong ſwain ſweet thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil trade uſe vale vallies verſe virtue wave wealth whofe whoſe wild wind wiſhes woods wool youth
Pasajes populares
Página 24 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Página 98 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 35 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Página 41 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Página 87 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Página 76 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Página 114 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
Página 112 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Página 111 - Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, ' The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, queen of love...
Página 56 - 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.