The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... rest . After a long interval , his next work was Amyntor and Theodora , ( 1747 ) a long story in blank verse ; in which it cannot be denied that there is copiousness and elegance of language , vigour of sentiment , aud imagery well ...
... rest . After a long interval , his next work was Amyntor and Theodora , ( 1747 ) a long story in blank verse ; in which it cannot be denied that there is copiousness and elegance of language , vigour of sentiment , aud imagery well ...
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... rest of his character may , without injury to his memory , sink into silence . As a writer , he cannot be placed in any high class . There is no species of compo- sition in which he was eminent . His dramas had their day , a short day ...
... rest of his character may , without injury to his memory , sink into silence . As a writer , he cannot be placed in any high class . There is no species of compo- sition in which he was eminent . His dramas had their day , a short day ...
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... rest was agony and dumb despair . Now o'er their heads damp Night her stormy gloom Spread , ere the glimmering twilight was expir'd , With huge and heavy horrour closing round In doubling clouds on clouds . The mournful scene , The ...
... rest was agony and dumb despair . Now o'er their heads damp Night her stormy gloom Spread , ere the glimmering twilight was expir'd , With huge and heavy horrour closing round In doubling clouds on clouds . The mournful scene , The ...
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... rest , beyond these changeful skies , If names on Earth most sacred once and dear , A lover and a friend , if yet these names Can wake thy pity , dart one guiding ray To light me where , in cave or creek , are thrown Thy lifeless limbs ...
... rest , beyond these changeful skies , If names on Earth most sacred once and dear , A lover and a friend , if yet these names Can wake thy pity , dart one guiding ray To light me where , in cave or creek , are thrown Thy lifeless limbs ...
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... rest already known , his every sense , His full collected soul , on her alone Was fix'd , was hung enraptur'd , while these sounds , This voice , as of an angel , pierc'd his ear . " Amyntor ! O my life's recover'd hope ! My soul's ...
... rest already known , his every sense , His full collected soul , on her alone Was fix'd , was hung enraptur'd , while these sounds , This voice , as of an angel , pierc'd his ear . " Amyntor ! O my life's recover'd hope ! My soul's ...
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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Seite 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Seite 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Seite 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Seite 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Seite 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Seite 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Seite 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Seite 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Seite 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...