The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 pagini |
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Pagina 44
... grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine , And every strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 ...
... grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine , And every strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 ...
Pagina 47
... grove , No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain . 5 Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the ...
... grove , No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain . 5 Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the ...
Pagina 48
... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies . 2 Nor only through the wasted plain , Stern Winter ! is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . 3 Enlivening hope , and fond desire ...
... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies . 2 Nor only through the wasted plain , Stern Winter ! is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . 3 Enlivening hope , and fond desire ...
Pagina 51
... grove , the verdant hill ; Not all their charms , though all unite , Can touch my bosom with delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings ...
... grove , the verdant hill ; Not all their charms , though all unite , Can touch my bosom with delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings ...
Pagina 73
... grove , Hears , and keeps thy secrets , Love . Stella , thither let us stray Lightly o'er the dewy way ! Phoebus drives his burning car , Hence , my lovely Stella , far ; In his stead , the Queen of Night Round us pours a lambent light ...
... grove , Hears , and keeps thy secrets , Love . Stella , thither let us stray Lightly o'er the dewy way ! Phoebus drives his burning car , Hence , my lovely Stella , far ; In his stead , the Queen of Night Round us pours a lambent light ...
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Pagina 201 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 158 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Pagina 175 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Pagina 30 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Pagina 161 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Pagina 177 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pagina 200 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Pagina 165 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Pagina 202 - 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...