Poemsauthor, 1762 - 277 páginas |
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Página 63
... skill , and judgment fage ,. Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous ...
... skill , and judgment fage ,. Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous ...
Página 65
... skill . If , ' mongst the humble hearers of the pit , Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the ...
... skill . If , ' mongst the humble hearers of the pit , Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the ...
Página 66
... skill , The train of captive paffions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear spontaneous flow In the sweet sense of sympathetic woe : Through ev'ry vein I feel a chilness creep , When horrors fuch as thine have murder'd fleep ; And at ...
... skill , The train of captive paffions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear spontaneous flow In the sweet sense of sympathetic woe : Through ev'ry vein I feel a chilness creep , When horrors fuch as thine have murder'd fleep ; And at ...
Página 67
... 'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's disciple , and Geneft his name . A noble object for his skill he chofe , A martyr dying ' midft infulting foes . K 2 Refign'd Refign'd with patience to religion's laws , Yet braving monarchs [ 67 ]
... 'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's disciple , and Geneft his name . A noble object for his skill he chofe , A martyr dying ' midft infulting foes . K 2 Refign'd Refign'd with patience to religion's laws , Yet braving monarchs [ 67 ]
Página 71
... skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile stage - custom , honour'd in the breach . Worfe as more close , the difingenuous art But fhews the wanton looseness of the heart .. When I behold a wretch , of talents mean , Drag private ...
... skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile stage - custom , honour'd in the breach . Worfe as more close , the difingenuous art But fhews the wanton looseness of the heart .. When I behold a wretch , of talents mean , Drag private ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 257 - 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...
Página 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever 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.
Página 241 - 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. 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.
Página 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Página 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Página 239 - The plowman 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...