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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... once but blow , The noise thereof shall trouble men so sore , That all both stout and faint shall fly therefro , So strange a noise was never heard before . Ariosto's Orlando Furioso , translated by sir John Harrington , b . xv . st ...
... once but blow , The noise thereof shall trouble men so sore , That all both stout and faint shall fly therefro , So strange a noise was never heard before . Ariosto's Orlando Furioso , translated by sir John Harrington , b . xv . st ...
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... once gives way . Oh ! lamentable sight ! « The labour of whole ages tumbles down , A hideous and mishapen length of ruins . Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her cank'ring hand With calm , delib'rate ...
... once gives way . Oh ! lamentable sight ! « The labour of whole ages tumbles down , A hideous and mishapen length of ruins . Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her cank'ring hand With calm , delib'rate ...
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... once the track , but presses on ; Till forc'd at last to the tremendous verge , At once she sinks to everlasting ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my soul ! What a strange moment must it be , when near 34 Thy journey's end ...
... once the track , but presses on ; Till forc'd at last to the tremendous verge , At once she sinks to everlasting ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my soul ! What a strange moment must it be , when near 34 Thy journey's end ...
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... once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand , He stamp'd thee with his image , and , well - pleas'd , Smil'd on his last fair work . - Then all was well . Sound was the body , and the soul serene ; Like two ...
... once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand , He stamp'd thee with his image , and , well - pleas'd , Smil'd on his last fair work . - Then all was well . Sound was the body , and the soul serene ; Like two ...
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... once again Its better half , never to sunder more ; Nor shall it hope in vain ; -the time draws on When not a single spot of burial earth , Whether on land , or in the spacious sea , But must give back its long - committed dust ...
... once again Its better half , never to sunder more ; Nor shall it hope in vain ; -the time draws on When not a single spot of burial earth , Whether on land , or in the spacious sea , But must give back its long - committed dust ...
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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.