The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollet, HamiltonSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... Fame behind a silver trumpet blew , Sweet to the Earth , and fragrant to the sky ! Her mantle of a many - colour'd hue , Her rain - bow wings pouder'd with many an eye , And near her Honour , Pow'r and Courtesy : Honour of open front ...
... Fame behind a silver trumpet blew , Sweet to the Earth , and fragrant to the sky ! Her mantle of a many - colour'd hue , Her rain - bow wings pouder'd with many an eye , And near her Honour , Pow'r and Courtesy : Honour of open front ...
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... fame . ODE BRUMALIS : AD AMICUM OXONIENSEM . EHEU ! sereni mollia tempora Conduntur anni . Fila , puer , lyræ Lascivientis frange : Bruma Fiebilis officium Camoenæ Pullata poscit ; non salis Attici Hæc flore gaudet . Præterit ocyor Equo ...
... fame . ODE BRUMALIS : AD AMICUM OXONIENSEM . EHEU ! sereni mollia tempora Conduntur anni . Fila , puer , lyræ Lascivientis frange : Bruma Fiebilis officium Camoenæ Pullata poscit ; non salis Attici Hæc flore gaudet . Præterit ocyor Equo ...
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... fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A COLLEGE EXERCISE . 1736 . TWAS morn ! the fields were sprinkled o'er with light , The folds ...
... fame , Can slake the fury of my flame , Not all his juices quench ; nor yet , Dear friend , the flow of your engaging wit . THE NATIVITY . A COLLEGE EXERCISE . 1736 . TWAS morn ! the fields were sprinkled o'er with light , The folds ...
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... Fame , With all her mouths th ' eternal trumpet swells , Exulting at his name ; and , grateful , pours The lofty notes of never - dying praise , Triumphant , floating on the wings of wind , Sweet o'er the world : th ' ambrosial spirit ...
... Fame , With all her mouths th ' eternal trumpet swells , Exulting at his name ; and , grateful , pours The lofty notes of never - dying praise , Triumphant , floating on the wings of wind , Sweet o'er the world : th ' ambrosial spirit ...
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... fame , And boundless bountyhead to humankind ; His grandsire's glory , and his uncle's name , Renown'd in war ! inflame his ardent mind : So arts shall flourish ' neath his equal sway , So arms the hostile nations wide affray ; The ...
... fame , And boundless bountyhead to humankind ; His grandsire's glory , and his uncle's name , Renown'd in war ! inflame his ardent mind : So arts shall flourish ' neath his equal sway , So arms the hostile nations wide affray ; The ...
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Стр. 140 - 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.
Стр. 218 - 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.
Стр. 51 - Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
Стр. 48 - 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?
Стр. 141 - 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.
Стр. 63 - And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones, (With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown,) That tell in homely phrase who lie below. Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks he hears, The sound of something purring at his heels; Full fast he flies, and dares not look behind him, Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows; Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-opened grave; and (strange to...
Стр. 140 - 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...
Стр. 140 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
Стр. 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...