Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson to BeattieJ. Whetham & Son, 1841 - 807 Seiten |
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... rage . Tell me , ye mighty Three ! what shall I do To be like one of you ? But you have climb'd the mountain's top , there sit On the calm flourishing head of it , And , whilst with wearied steps we upwards go , See us , and clouds ...
... rage . Tell me , ye mighty Three ! what shall I do To be like one of you ? But you have climb'd the mountain's top , there sit On the calm flourishing head of it , And , whilst with wearied steps we upwards go , See us , and clouds ...
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... rage ; Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before . Had I the power of creation , As I have of generation , Where I the matter must obey , And cannot work plate out of clay , My creatures should be all like thee ...
... rage ; Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before . Had I the power of creation , As I have of generation , Where I the matter must obey , And cannot work plate out of clay , My creatures should be all like thee ...
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... rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ? As. Beyond thus high , insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven , and , by success untaught , His proud imaginations thus display'd . " Powers and dominions , deities of Heaven ; For since no deep ...
... rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ? As. Beyond thus high , insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven , and , by success untaught , His proud imaginations thus display'd . " Powers and dominions , deities of Heaven ; For since no deep ...
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... rage : Under his gloomy power I shall not long Lie vanquish'd ; thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due All that of me can die : yet , that debt paid , Thou ...
... rage : Under his gloomy power I shall not long Lie vanquish'd ; thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due All that of me can die : yet , that debt paid , Thou ...
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... rage ; But , like a proud steed rein'd , went haughty on , Champing his iron curb : to strive or fly He held it vain ; awe from above had quell'd His heart , not else dismay'd . Now drew they nigh The western point , where those half ...
... rage ; But , like a proud steed rein'd , went haughty on , Champing his iron curb : to strive or fly He held it vain ; awe from above had quell'd His heart , not else dismay'd . Now drew they nigh The western point , where those half ...
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Abra angels arms behold blest blood breast breath bright call'd charms Cloacina clouds courser crown'd Dagon dark death delight Derry divine dread Earth ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flame flies glory grace grief hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven Hell honor hope join'd king labor light live lord lov'd Lubberkin lyre maid mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er once pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure praise pride proud race rage rais'd reign rise round Satan seem'd shade shining sight sing song soon soul spirits Spleen stood stream swain sweet taste tears tell tempest Thalestris Thebes thee Theseus thine things THOMAS TICKELL thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas vex'd Virg virtue voice winds wings wise wood youth
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Seite 140 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small...
Seite 12 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, 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.
Seite 12 - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Seite 11 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Seite 356 - 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 ; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud topp'd hill, an humbler heaven...
Seite 232 - 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.
Seite 358 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Seite 13 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew : Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 11 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with...
Seite 23 - Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning...