The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bände 32-34 |
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Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night
: O night , more pleasing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what
absence takes away , And , dressid in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair ...
Tis thou art all my care and my delight , My daily longing , and my dream by night
: O night , more pleasing than the brightest day , 145 When fancy gives what
absence takes away , And , dressid in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair ...
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Yet no red clouds , with golden borders gay , Promise the skies the bright return
of day ; No faint reflections of the distant light Streak with long gleams the
scattering fhades of night ; From the damp earth impervious vapours rise ,
Encrease the ...
Yet no red clouds , with golden borders gay , Promise the skies the bright return
of day ; No faint reflections of the distant light Streak with long gleams the
scattering fhades of night ; From the damp earth impervious vapours rise ,
Encrease the ...
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She comes ! the Cloud - compelling power , behold ! With Night primæval , and
with Chaos old . Lo ! the great Anarch's ancient reign restor'd , Light dies before
her uncreating word . As one by one , at dread Medea's strain , The fickening
stars ...
She comes ! the Cloud - compelling power , behold ! With Night primæval , and
with Chaos old . Lo ! the great Anarch's ancient reign restor'd , Light dies before
her uncreating word . As one by one , at dread Medea's strain , The fickening
stars ...
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. 15 Sick was the Sun ,
the Owl forsook his bower , The moon - struck Prophet felt the madding hour :
Then rose the Seed of Chaos , and of Night , To blot out Order , and extinguish
Light ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. 15 Sick was the Sun ,
the Owl forsook his bower , The moon - struck Prophet felt the madding hour :
Then rose the Seed of Chaos , and of Night , To blot out Order , and extinguish
Light ...
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She comes ! she comes ! the fable Throne behold Of Night Primæval , and of
Chaos old ! 630 Before her , Fancy's gilded clouds decay , And all its varying
Rain - bows die away . Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires , The meteor drops ,
and in ...
She comes ! she comes ! the fable Throne behold Of Night Primæval , and of
Chaos old ! 630 Before her , Fancy's gilded clouds decay , And all its varying
Rain - bows die away . Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires , The meteor drops ,
and in ...
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Seite 46 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 81 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Seite 145 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Seite 18 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Seite 107 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 174 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 101 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Seite 353 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Seite 122 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...