A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - Всего страниц: 484 |
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... Nature pleads , that he Should only rule , who most resembles me . Shadwell alone my perfect image bears , Mature in dulness from his tender years ; Shadwell alone , of all my sons , is he , Who stands confirmed in full stupidity . The ...
... Nature pleads , that he Should only rule , who most resembles me . Shadwell alone my perfect image bears , Mature in dulness from his tender years ; Shadwell alone , of all my sons , is he , Who stands confirmed in full stupidity . The ...
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... nature , or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain ? * * ** 170 175 180 * * When did his ...
... nature , or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain ? * * ** 170 175 180 * * When did his ...
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... natural instinct they change their lord . 200 205 210 215 ZIMRI SOME of their chiefs were princes of the land : In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ; A man so various , that he seemed to be Not one , but all mankind's epitome ...
... natural instinct they change their lord . 200 205 210 215 ZIMRI SOME of their chiefs were princes of the land : In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ; A man so various , that he seemed to be Not one , but all mankind's epitome ...
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... nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , " Arise , ye more than dead . " Then cold , and hot , and moist , and dry , In order to their stations leap , And ...
... nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , " Arise , ye more than dead . " Then cold , and hot , and moist , and dry , In order to their stations leap , And ...
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... nature's mother - wit , and arts unknown before . Let old Timotheus yield the prize , Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies , She drew an angel down . GRAND CHORUS At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of 24 ...
... nature's mother - wit , and arts unknown before . Let old Timotheus yield the prize , Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies , She drew an angel down . GRAND CHORUS At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of 24 ...
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Стр. 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 254 - 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. 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 253 - 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. 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 318 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...