The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen13J. Johnson, 1810 - 612 páginas |
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... never printed .... Stanzas to Lady Sunderland , at Tunbridge Wells Epistola Fratri suo dilecto R. W. J.W. S. P.D. 71 Fratris E.W. olim navigaturo .. ib . Ad Reverendum Virum Dominum Johannem Pinhorne , fidum Adolescentiæ meæ Præcep ...
... never printed .... Stanzas to Lady Sunderland , at Tunbridge Wells Epistola Fratri suo dilecto R. W. J.W. S. P.D. 71 Fratris E.W. olim navigaturo .. ib . Ad Reverendum Virum Dominum Johannem Pinhorne , fidum Adolescentiæ meæ Præcep ...
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... never com- posed one line of them with any other design than what they are applied to here ; and I have endeavoured to secure them all from being perverted and debased to wanton passions , by several lines in them that can never be ...
... never com- posed one line of them with any other design than what they are applied to here ; and I have endeavoured to secure them all from being perverted and debased to wanton passions , by several lines in them that can never be ...
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... never shall . It is one of the biggest satisfactions I take in giv- ing this volume to the world , that I expect to be for ever free from the temptation of making or mending poems again . So that my friends may be perfectly secure ...
... never shall . It is one of the biggest satisfactions I take in giv- ing this volume to the world , that I expect to be for ever free from the temptation of making or mending poems again . So that my friends may be perfectly secure ...
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... never long'd to see My fate with curious eyes , What gloomy lines are writ for me , Or what bright scenes shall rise . In thy fair book of Life and Grace May I but find my name Recorded in some humble place , Beneath my Lord the Lamb ...
... never long'd to see My fate with curious eyes , What gloomy lines are writ for me , Or what bright scenes shall rise . In thy fair book of Life and Grace May I but find my name Recorded in some humble place , Beneath my Lord the Lamb ...
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... never bore Infinity before , It bow'd , and shook beneath the burthen of a God . Fresh horrours seize the camp ; despair , And dying groans , torment the air , And shrieks , and swoons , and deaths were there : The bellowing thunder ...
... never bore Infinity before , It bow'd , and shook beneath the burthen of a God . Fresh horrours seize the camp ; despair , And dying groans , torment the air , And shrieks , and swoons , and deaths were there : The bellowing thunder ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss boast breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene seraphic shade shine shore sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne thunder Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings youth
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Página 419 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Página 419 - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Página 95 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Página 204 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best ; They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing...
Página 221 - Wide and wider spreads the vale As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round (unhappy fate !) Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others...
Página 203 - Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Página 416 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 222 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Página 379 - The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; The proud to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Página 202 - Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum, — Now teach me, Maid composed ! To breathe some soften'd strain : Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return.
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Prose in the Age of Poets: Romanticism and Biographical Narrative from ... Annette Wheeler Cafarelli Vista de fragmentos - 1990 |