The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... deity she once ador'd , Erecting trophies to each sordid vice , And celebrating the infernal praise Of haughty Lucifer , the desperate foe Of God and man , and winning every hour New votaries to Hell , while all the fiends Hear.
... deity she once ador'd , Erecting trophies to each sordid vice , And celebrating the infernal praise Of haughty Lucifer , the desperate foe Of God and man , and winning every hour New votaries to Hell , while all the fiends Hear.
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... Hear these accursed lays , and , thus outdone , Raging they try to match the human race , Redoubling all their hellish blasphemies , And with loud curses rend the gloomy vault . Ungrateful mortals ! ah ! too late you'll find What ' tis ...
... Hear these accursed lays , and , thus outdone , Raging they try to match the human race , Redoubling all their hellish blasphemies , And with loud curses rend the gloomy vault . Ungrateful mortals ! ah ! too late you'll find What ' tis ...
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... hear thy thunders roar , And echo to our Father's voice . Thus shall the God our Saviour come , And lightnings round his chariot play : Ye lightnings , fly to make him room ; Ye glorious storms , prepare his way THE DAY OF JUDGMENT , AN ...
... hear thy thunders roar , And echo to our Father's voice . Thus shall the God our Saviour come , And lightnings round his chariot play : Ye lightnings , fly to make him room ; Ye glorious storms , prepare his way THE DAY OF JUDGMENT , AN ...
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... hear it roar , And bids the tempest waft her from the shore : Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas , And manages the raging storm with ease ; ( Her faith can govern Death ) she spreads her wings Wide to the wind , and as she ...
... hear it roar , And bids the tempest waft her from the shore : Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas , And manages the raging storm with ease ; ( Her faith can govern Death ) she spreads her wings Wide to the wind , and as she ...
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... hear the voice , " Ye dead , arise ! " And lo , the graves obey , And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th ' expected day . They leave the dust , and on the wing Rise to the middle air , In shining garments meet their King , And low ...
... hear the voice , " Ye dead , arise ! " And lo , the graves obey , And waking saints with joyful eyes Salute th ' expected day . They leave the dust , and on the wing Rise to the middle air , In shining garments meet their King , And low ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AMBROSE PHILIPS ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright brow Camarina charms Circassia crown'd dear death delight divine e'en ECLOGUE ELEGY EPODE Ergoteles eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame fleece flocks flowers fond gentle glory grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy hear heart Heaven heavenly Hiero hills honour immortal Jove labour Lord lov'd lyre maid mind mournful Muse native ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er Olympic games pain passion peace Pelops Phineus Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shepherds shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tender thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil tongue vale verse virtue wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind Xenocrates young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 202 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks, o'er all, Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Página 327 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right dear : Ne would esteem him act as mought behove, Who should not honor'd eld with these revere : For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Página 203 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
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 205 - No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen ; No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Página 204 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Página 365 - In his Night Thoughts he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions; a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Página 206 - No sedge-crown'd sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend ! And see ! the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view ! Yet once again, dear parted shade, Meek Nature's child, again adieu...
Página 422 - Beware what earth calls happiness; beware All joys but joys that never can expire. Who builds on less than an immortal base, Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death.
Página 436 - Thou, my All ! My theme ! my inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth ! — my world . My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast through time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man...