The english anthology.1793 |
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Արդյունքներ 42–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... must be confeffed that the ufe , or rather abufe , of Italic types and capital letters has proved a fource of conftant discouragement and vexation . To have entirely preserved these frivolous diftinctions , of which , in many inftances ...
... must be confeffed that the ufe , or rather abufe , of Italic types and capital letters has proved a fource of conftant discouragement and vexation . To have entirely preserved these frivolous diftinctions , of which , in many inftances ...
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... must thy master leave , 95 Whom the vile world shall never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already feemed dead Before his breath was fully him ...
... must thy master leave , 95 Whom the vile world shall never more deceive . With folded arms thus hanging down his head , He gave a groan , his heart in funder cleft , And , as a ftone , already feemed dead Before his breath was fully him ...
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... must not flote upon his watry biere Unwept , and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of fom melodious tear . Begin then , fifters of the facred well , That from beneath the feat of Joue doth spring ; 10 15 Begin , and fomwhat ...
... must not flote upon his watry biere Unwept , and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of fom melodious tear . Begin then , fifters of the facred well , That from beneath the feat of Joue doth spring ; 10 15 Begin , and fomwhat ...
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... must return ! Thee , fhepherd , thee the woods and defert caves With wilde thyme and the gadding vine o'regrown , And all their echoes mourn . 41 The willows and the hazle copfes green , Shall now no more be seen , Fanning their joyous ...
... must return ! Thee , fhepherd , thee the woods and defert caves With wilde thyme and the gadding vine o'regrown , And all their echoes mourn . 41 The willows and the hazle copfes green , Shall now no more be seen , Fanning their joyous ...
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... must reform . ) 116 Tell me , my muse , what monftrous dire offence , What crime could any Christian king incense To fuch a rage ? Was't luxury , or luft ? Was he fo temperate , fo chaft , so just ? 120 Were these their crimes ? They ...
... must reform . ) 116 Tell me , my muse , what monftrous dire offence , What crime could any Christian king incense To fuch a rage ? Was't luxury , or luft ? Was he fo temperate , fo chaft , so just ? 120 Were these their crimes ? They ...
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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Էջ 41 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Էջ 45 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Էջ 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Էջ 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Էջ 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Էջ 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Էջ 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Էջ 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Էջ 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.