English Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyErnest Bernbaum |
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... rest I took , Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality nor reputation Forbid me yet my flame to tell ; Dear five years old befriends my passion ...
... rest I took , Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality nor reputation Forbid me yet my flame to tell ; Dear five years old befriends my passion ...
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... rest ; If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run , At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day , To thee , my delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ...
... rest ; If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run , At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day , To thee , my delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ...
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... rest the winds dispersed in empty air . But now secure the painted vessel glides , The sunbeams trembling on the floating tides ; While melting music steals upon the sky , And softened sounds along the waters die ; Smooth flow the waves ...
... rest the winds dispersed in empty air . But now secure the painted vessel glides , The sunbeams trembling on the floating tides ; While melting music steals upon the sky , And softened sounds along the waters die ; Smooth flow the waves ...
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... rest , his many - coloured robe concealed . The rebel knave , who dares his prince engage , Proves the just victim of his royal rage . Even mighty Pam , that kings and queens o'erthrew , And mowed down armies in the fights of Loo , Sad ...
... rest , his many - coloured robe concealed . The rebel knave , who dares his prince engage , Proves the just victim of his royal rage . Even mighty Pam , that kings and queens o'erthrew , And mowed down armies in the fights of Loo , Sad ...
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... rest , In doubt to deem himself a god or beast ; In doubt his mind or body to prefer , Born but to die , and reasoning but to err ; Alike in ignorance , his reason such Whether he thinks too little or too much : Chaos of thought and ...
... rest , In doubt to deem himself a god or beast ; In doubt his mind or body to prefer , Born but to die , and reasoning but to err ; Alike in ignorance , his reason such Whether he thinks too little or too much : Chaos of thought and ...
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Ae fond kiss auld auld lang syne bard beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath charms clouds cobbler aproned crown dear divine dread e'er earth Erasmus Darwin eternal fair fame fancy fate fear flowers folly fools frae grace grave Grongar Hill hand happy hear heart Heaven hill human JOHN GILBERT COOPER king labour live Lubberkin lyre mankind Matthew Prior maun mind moral Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ossian pain passions peace plain pleasing pleasure poet poetry poor praise pride proud rage RICHARD JAGO rise round scene sentimentalism shade shine sigh sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spread springs sweet tears thee thine thought toil trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wretch wyllowe youth
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Page 212 - I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned...
Page 16 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Page 228 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Page 137 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee. Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 177 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 179 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 259 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 209 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 24 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 212 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...