The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollett, HamiltonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... eyes her whole , his lips her lips devour , Which Venus had besprent with nectar - show'r . Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest , But thousand arrows , nay ten thousand pour Into his wounded and transported breast ; [ blést ...
... eyes her whole , his lips her lips devour , Which Venus had besprent with nectar - show'r . Her slippery charms allow his eyes no rest , But thousand arrows , nay ten thousand pour Into his wounded and transported breast ; [ blést ...
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... eyes . RECITATIVE . The god of love , to hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , 5 Called , 6 Fair damsel 7 Nevertheless . And , as th ' harmonious charmer sings , In triumph points his darts , and waves his wings , Th ...
... eyes . RECITATIVE . The god of love , to hear her strains Leaves his Acidalian plains , 5 Called , 6 Fair damsel 7 Nevertheless . And , as th ' harmonious charmer sings , In triumph points his darts , and waves his wings , Th ...
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... eye . One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath , Wou'd sweeten pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath ...
... eye . One sigh of hers wou'd recompense my breath , Wou'd sweeten pain , and sanctify my death . O might I , while her eyes inflict the wound , Or her soft lute dissolves a plaintive sound , Might I , while she inhales my latest breath ...
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... eyes , —our hearts . Vanbrugh , your leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , -I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry ...
... eyes , —our hearts . Vanbrugh , your leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , -I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry ...
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... eyes the gentle scene , Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden reign ! High - smiling in delight a lady sate , Young as the dawning Morn , on iv'ry throne ; That undulating plays , and lulls th ' immortal fair . Upon her looks ...
... eyes the gentle scene , Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden reign ! High - smiling in delight a lady sate , Young as the dawning Morn , on iv'ry throne ; That undulating plays , and lulls th ' immortal fair . Upon her looks ...
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Acrisius Apollo bard beauties black crows bless blest bliss breast charms Christ Christian confest critic dear death delight divine drest e'er Earth ease ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fancy fear fire flame foes fools genius give glory God's grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Jews JOHN BYROM kind king learned light live Lord lyre Malebranche mind Muse nature Nature's never numbers nymph o'er Ovid passions Phoebus plain pleas'd poem poet poison'd poor pow'r praise pray pray'r pride prose rage reason rhyme rise ROBERT DODSLEY round sacred scene sense sight sing smile song soul spirit Spleen Sprytes Stephen Duck sure sweet taste tell thee thine things thou thought thro throne tongue true truth Twas verse virtue voice wond'rous word write youth
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Page 138 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 139 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 46 - Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
Page 138 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 138 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 137 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 138 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 53 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation; and hast made us unto our God kings and priests; and we shall reign on the earth.
Page 138 - Th" applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 216 - We have also a more sure word of prophecy ; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day-star arise in your hearts: knowing this first, that no prophecy of the Scripture is of any private interpretation.