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Seite vi
... hour , My bursting heart would say : Here fleep the fwains from whom I fprung , Whofe confcience fell remorfe ne'er stung ; For nature led their way . Simplicity , unftain'd with crimes , ( A gem how rare in modern times ! ) Was all ...
... hour , My bursting heart would say : Here fleep the fwains from whom I fprung , Whofe confcience fell remorfe ne'er stung ; For nature led their way . Simplicity , unftain'd with crimes , ( A gem how rare in modern times ! ) Was all ...
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... hour May come perhaps , this moment it impends ! —— Which drives me forth to penury and cold , Naked , and beat by all the storms of heav'n ; • Friendless , and guideless , to explore my way ; Till , on cold earth this poor unfhelter'd ...
... hour May come perhaps , this moment it impends ! —— Which drives me forth to penury and cold , Naked , and beat by all the storms of heav'n ; • Friendless , and guideless , to explore my way ; Till , on cold earth this poor unfhelter'd ...
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... hours ; and indeed , in this very poem ( which is the most gloomy of any he has written ) , he feems to have a gleam of light fall in upon his mind ; and recovers himself enough to express his hopes that the care of Providence , which ...
... hours ; and indeed , in this very poem ( which is the most gloomy of any he has written ) , he feems to have a gleam of light fall in upon his mind ; and recovers himself enough to express his hopes that the care of Providence , which ...
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... hour perhaps , as death Í hate my foe ; The next , I wonder why I should do so . † Tho ' poor , the rich I view with careless eye ; Scorn a vain oath , and hate a serious lye : I ne'er for fatire torture common fenfe ; Nor fhew my wit ...
... hour perhaps , as death Í hate my foe ; The next , I wonder why I should do so . † Tho ' poor , the rich I view with careless eye ; Scorn a vain oath , and hate a serious lye : I ne'er for fatire torture common fenfe ; Nor fhew my wit ...
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... hour , When rifing fiends exert their pow'r : And now , fure now , fome caufe unbleft Breathes more than horror thro ' my breast.c How deep the breeze ! how dim the light ! What spectres swim before my fight ! ( a ) I HAD a very early ...
... hour , When rifing fiends exert their pow'r : And now , fure now , fome caufe unbleft Breathes more than horror thro ' my breast.c How deep the breeze ! how dim the light ! What spectres swim before my fight ! ( a ) I HAD a very early ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
anguiſh beauty Blacklock bleffings bleft bluſh bofom boundleſs breaſt bright charms chearful colours conſcious croud defire delight deſpair endleſs eternal EUANTHE Ev'n ev'ry exiſtence eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene feems fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fighs fight filent firſt fkies flame flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong foon forrows foul fpeaking friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fuppofe gen'rous glory glow goodneſs grief happineſs heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf horror ideas immortal inſpire itſelf lefs lyre mind moſt mourn mufe muft muſe muſt nature nature's night numbers nymphs o'er pain pleaſure poems pow'r praiſe prefent prey profpect purſue racter reafon reign rife riſe rofy ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmart ſmiling ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſtrong tears tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS BLACKLOCK thoſe thou thro virtue whofe whoſe wiſh
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 35 - Nature's whole charms to him are lost, No more the woods their music boast ; No more the meads their vernal bloom, No more the gales their rich perfume : Impending mists deform the sky, And beauty withers in his eye. In hopes his terrors to...
Seite 191 - THE AUTHOR'S PICTURE. While in my matchless graces wrapt I stand, And touch, each feature with a trembling hand ; Deign, lovely self ! with art and nature's pride, To mix -the colours, and the pencil guide. Self is the grand pursuit of half mankind ; How vast a crowd by self, like me, are blind!
Seite 12 - And ftill is pregnant, tho' fhe ftill beftows. Here verdant paftures wide extended lie, And yield the grazing herd exuberant fupply. .Luxuriant waving in the wanton air, Here golden grain rewards the peafant's care : Her vines mature with frefh carnation glow, And heav'n above diffufes heav'n below.
Seite 132 - Tis thine, alas ! eternal fcorn to prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. But, if my fair this cruel law impofe, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul refign, To walk beneath the burden of my woes, Or fink in death, nor at my fate repine. Yet...
Seite 13 - Primeval night refumes her gloomy reign. Then from their dens, impatient of delay, The favage monfters bend their fpeedy way, Howl thro' the fpaciouswafte, and chafe the frighted prey.
Seite 82 - To funfhine we fly from too piercing an air : But love's ardent fever burns always the fame ; No winter can cool it, no fummer inflame. But fee the pale moon, all clouded, retires, The breezes grow cool, not STREPHON'S defires : I fly from the dangers of tempeft and wind, Yet nourifh the madnefs that preys on my mind; Ah, wretch! how can life be worthy thy care?
Seite 198 - LAP-DOG. I NEVER bark'd when out of season ; I never bit without a reason ; I ne'er insulted weaker brother; Nor wrong'd by force nor fraud another: Though brutes are placed a rank below, Happy for man could he say so ! BLACKLOCK.
Seite iii - Among thefc early effays of his genius, there was one which is infcrted in his works. It was compofed •when he was but twelve years old ; and has fomething very pretty in the turn of it ; and •very promifing, for one of fo tender an age.
Seite 36 - Till ev'ry human pain and care, All that may be, and all that are, But falfe imagin'd ills appear, Beneath our hope, our grief, or fear. And, if I right invoke thy aid, By Thee be all my woes allay'd: With fcorn inftruft me to defy Impofing fear, and lawlefs joy ; To ftruggle thro...