The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 81804 |
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... pain , They roar , they yell , and clank the chain . Folly and Guilt ( for Guilt , howe'er The face of courage it may wear , Is ftill a coward at the heart ) At fear - created phantoms start . The Priest , that very word implies That ...
... pain , They roar , they yell , and clank the chain . Folly and Guilt ( for Guilt , howe'er The face of courage it may wear , Is ftill a coward at the heart ) At fear - created phantoms start . The Priest , that very word implies That ...
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... pains . The virtuous to those mansions go , Where pleasures unembitter'd flow ; Where , leading up a jocund band ... pain , Leaving no reafon to complain . Old Maids and Rakes are join'd together , Coquettes and prudes , like April ...
... pains . The virtuous to those mansions go , Where pleasures unembitter'd flow ; Where , leading up a jocund band ... pain , Leaving no reafon to complain . Old Maids and Rakes are join'd together , Coquettes and prudes , like April ...
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... pain , Only to fet them down again . Believe ye not ( yes , all I fee In found belief concur with me ) That Providence , for worthy ends , To us unknown , this Spirit fends ! Tho ' fpeechlefs lay the trembling tongue . Your faith was on ...
... pain , Only to fet them down again . Believe ye not ( yes , all I fee In found belief concur with me ) That Providence , for worthy ends , To us unknown , this Spirit fends ! Tho ' fpeechlefs lay the trembling tongue . Your faith was on ...
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... pain and horror to behold , Must speak me fomething more or less than man ; Which friends may pardon , but I never can ? Look back ! a thought which borders on despair , Which human nature muft , yet cannot bear . Tis not the babbling ...
... pain and horror to behold , Must speak me fomething more or less than man ; Which friends may pardon , but I never can ? Look back ! a thought which borders on despair , Which human nature muft , yet cannot bear . Tis not the babbling ...
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... pain to me . ' Diffembling wretch ! hence to the Stoic fchool , And there amongst thy brethren play the fool ; There , unrebuk'd , thefe wild , vain doctrines preach ; Lives there a man , whom Satire cannot reach ? Lives there a man ...
... pain to me . ' Diffembling wretch ! hence to the Stoic fchool , And there amongst thy brethren play the fool ; There , unrebuk'd , thefe wild , vain doctrines preach ; Lives there a man , whom Satire cannot reach ? Lives there a man ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther bafe beneath blefs bleft blifs bofom breaft caufe charms death deep defcend divine dreadful e'en earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fcorn fear feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhines fhore fhould fide fing fkies flame flaves fleep fmile foes foft fome fong fons fools foon foul fpirit fpread ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwell genius glory grace Greece heart heaven himſelf honour immortal juft kings laft lefs loft Lorenzo mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffions Palemon peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride profe proud rage reafon rife Rodmond round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſkill ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne trembling truth virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife worfe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 221 - 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.
Seite 219 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 219 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Seite 221 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 503 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Seite 506 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Seite 219 - 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.
Seite 513 - The gentle Knight, who saw their rueful case, Let fall adown his silver beard some tears. "Certes...
Seite 508 - And certes had been utterly undone; But that Minerva pity of him took, With all the gods that love the rural wonne, That teach to tame the soil and rule the crook ; Ne did the sacred Nine disdain a gentle look.
Seite 503 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.