The Art of English Poetry: Containing. Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable, and sublime thoughts ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.

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Page 137 - know not where, To lie in cold Obftruftion, and to rot; This fenfible warm Motion to become A kneaded Clod ; and the delighted Spirit To bathe in fiery Floods, or to refide In thrilling Regions of thick-ribbed Ice : To be imprifon'd in the viewlefs Winds, Or blown with reftlefs Violence about The pendant World; or to be
Page 251 - Summer in a Sea of Glory, But far beyond my Depth. My high-blown Pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream that muft for ever hide me.
Page 122 - In the Sun's Orb, made porous to receive, And drink the liquid Light; firm to retain Her gather'd Beams : Great Palace now of Light; Hither, as to their Fountain, other Stars Repairing, in their Golden Urns draw Light; And hence the Morning Planet gilds her Horns.
Page 186 - What Tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive Bands his Chariot-Wheels ! Have you climb'd up to Walls and Battlements, To Towers and Windows, yea to Chimney-Tops, Your Infants in your Arms, and there have fate The live-long Day with patient
Page 163 - and when h'as done^ The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: They drink and dance by their own Light, They drink and revel all the Night. Nothing in Nature's fober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high : Fill all the Glafles there; for why Should ev'ry
Page 127 - 1 had rather be a Toad, And live upon the Vapour of a Dungeon, Than keep a Corner in the Thing I love For others Ufes, Yet 'tis the Plague of Great Ones : Prerogativ'd are they lefs than the Bafe ; . 'Tis Deftiny
Page 247 - this has done. My Joy, my Grief, my Hope, my Love, Did all within this Circle move. A narrow Compafs! And yet there Dwelt all that's Good, and all that's Fair. Give me but what this Ribband bound;
Page 295 - deep the Groans : Defpair Tended the Sick, bufy from Couch to Couch ; And over them triumphant Death his Dart Shook, but delay'd to ftrike, tho' oft invok'd With Vows, as their chief Good and final Hope. Milt. Immediately a Place
Page 41 - tell, ye Sons of Light, Angels ! for you behold him, and with Songs, And Choral Symphonies, Day without Night, Circle his Throne rejoicing, you in Heaven. On Earth, join all ye Creatures, to extol
Page 265 - and in the Jaws of Hell, Revengeful Cares, and fullen Sorrows dwell; And pale Difeafes, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unrefifted Rage : Here Toils, and Death, and Death's Half-brother Sleep, Forms terrible to view, their Gentry keep ; With anxious Pleafures of a guilty Mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind

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