Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... rage Sevenfold : I see amidst the flame Three Hebrews of immortal name : They move , they walk across the burning stage Unhurt , and fearless , while the tyrant stood A statue ; fear congeal'd his blood : Nor did the raging element dare ...
... rage Sevenfold : I see amidst the flame Three Hebrews of immortal name : They move , they walk across the burning stage Unhurt , and fearless , while the tyrant stood A statue ; fear congeal'd his blood : Nor did the raging element dare ...
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... tree Thy great designs fulfil : While my wild passions rage within , Nor thy commands obey ; And flesh and sense , enslav'd to sin , Draw my best thoughts away . CHRIST DYING , RISING , AND REIGNING . He dies LYRIC POEMS , BOOK I. 33.
... tree Thy great designs fulfil : While my wild passions rage within , Nor thy commands obey ; And flesh and sense , enslav'd to sin , Draw my best thoughts away . CHRIST DYING , RISING , AND REIGNING . He dies LYRIC POEMS , BOOK I. 33.
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... rage , at his command , Levels a palace with the sand , Blending the lofty spires in ruin with the base : Ye heavenly flames , that singe the air , Artillery of a jealous God , Bright arrows that his sounding quivers bear To scatter ...
... rage , at his command , Levels a palace with the sand , Blending the lofty spires in ruin with the base : Ye heavenly flames , that singe the air , Artillery of a jealous God , Bright arrows that his sounding quivers bear To scatter ...
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... rage . Young faithful hands pile up the sacred stones ( Dear monument ! ) o'er their dead fathers ' bones ; The stones shall move when the dead fathers rise , Start up before the pale destroyer's eyes , And testify his madness to th ...
... rage . Young faithful hands pile up the sacred stones ( Dear monument ! ) o'er their dead fathers ' bones ; The stones shall move when the dead fathers rise , Start up before the pale destroyer's eyes , And testify his madness to th ...
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... rage , and Treason bite the chain . Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's stage : Thy thread of life prolong our golden age , Long bless the Earth , and late ascend thy throne Ethereal ; ( not thy deeds are there unknown , Nor ...
... rage , and Treason bite the chain . Let no black scenes affright fair Albion's stage : Thy thread of life prolong our golden age , Long bless the Earth , and late ascend thy throne Ethereal ; ( not thy deeds are there unknown , Nor ...
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ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom 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 pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wing wise Xenocrates youth
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Page 206 - 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...
Page 205 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ; And ever and anon he beat...
Page 204 - IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Page 206 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 219 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong...
Page 207 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. 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 wither'd 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...
Page 422 - 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.
Page 205 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 328 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Page 425 - All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan...