The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen48,Página 1H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... state That must not yet to pure perfection rise . Now when the first foul torrent of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd stream Defcends the billowy foam : now is ...
... state That must not yet to pure perfection rise . Now when the first foul torrent of the brooks , Swell'd with the vernal rains , is ebb'd away , And , whitening , down their moffy - tinctur'd stream Defcends the billowy foam : now is ...
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... state , The pride of kings ! or else his ftrength pervert , And bid him rage amid the mortal fray , Aftonish'd at the madness of mankind . Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods , Like vivid bloffoms glowing from afar , 715 720 725 ...
... state , The pride of kings ! or else his ftrength pervert , And bid him rage amid the mortal fray , Aftonish'd at the madness of mankind . Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods , Like vivid bloffoms glowing from afar , 715 720 725 ...
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... state , And through the smooth barbarity of courts , With firm , but pliant virtue , forward still To urge his courfe : him for the ftudious fhade Kind Nature form'd , deep , comprehenfive , clear , Exact , and elegant ; in one rich ...
... state , And through the smooth barbarity of courts , With firm , but pliant virtue , forward still To urge his courfe : him for the ftudious fhade Kind Nature form'd , deep , comprehenfive , clear , Exact , and elegant ; in one rich ...
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... state , In wayward paffions loft , and vain purfuits , This Infancy of Being , cannot prove The final iffue of the works of God , By boundless Love and perfect Wildom form'd , And ever rising with the rifing mind . 1795 1800 AUTUM N ...
... state , In wayward paffions loft , and vain purfuits , This Infancy of Being , cannot prove The final iffue of the works of God , By boundless Love and perfect Wildom form'd , And ever rising with the rifing mind . 1795 1800 AUTUM N ...
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... state ; 900 Too much in vain ! Hence of unequal bounds Impatient , and by tempting glory borne O'er every land , for every land their life Has flow'd profufe , their piercing genius plann'd , And swell'd the pomp of peace their faithful ...
... state ; 900 Too much in vain ! Hence of unequal bounds Impatient , and by tempting glory borne O'er every land , for every land their life Has flow'd profufe , their piercing genius plann'd , And swell'd the pomp of peace their faithful ...
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Términos y frases comunes
æther amid beam beauty beneath blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze calm chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fave fcene fecret fenfe fhades fhines fide figh filent fing firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmile fnows focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul ftill fuch fudden funk fwain fweet fwell gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf laſt loft mind mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace penfive plain pleaſure Pour'd praiſe rage raiſe rife riſe round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſpirit ſpread Spring ſtand ſtate ſteep ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweep tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale vex'd virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
Pasajes populares
Página 191 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent.
Página 226 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 200 - Full in the passage of the vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancied in her dreaming mood. And up the hills, on either side, a wood Of blackening pines, ay waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Página 66 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Their lighter glories blend.
Página 164 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame.
Página 65 - Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise...
Página 193 - At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn; in swarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural...
Página 40 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Página 164 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 193 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams; Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise.