A History of Eighteenth Century Literature (1660-1780)

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Macmillan, 1923 - 415 Seiten
 

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Seite 233 - 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...
Seite 290 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Seite 340 - Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't • As he comes up the stair, — And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi...
Seite 294 - At this man's table I enjoyed many cheerful and instructive hours, with companions, such as are not often found — with one who has lengthened, and one who has gladdened life; with Dr James, whose skill in physic will be long remembered; and with David Garrick, whom I hoped to have gratified with this character of our common friend. But what are the hopes of man! I am disappointed by that stroke of death, which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
Seite 121 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Seite 224 - Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life. Nature, attend! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness breathes. Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe; And ye, whose bolder...
Seite 230 - Come, O thou traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee, With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
Seite 219 - Be full, ye courts ; be great who will ; Search for peace with all your skill ; Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor ; In vain...
Seite 11 - The ghosts of traitors from the Bridge descend, With bold fanatic spectres to rejoice ; About the fire into a dance they bend, And sing their sabbath notes with feeble voice*.
Seite 115 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise. Demanding life, impatient for the skies! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sabean springs!

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