The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson

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Página 43 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 164 - Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and...
Página 192 - Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's * fate, As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Página 208 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Página 201 - Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the...
Página 42 - But happy they ! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where Friendship...
Página 59 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides.
Página 77 - Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace, Whate'er the humanizing muses teach; The god-like wisdom of the temper'd breast; Progressive truth, the patient force of thought; Investigation calm, whose silent powers Command the world; the light that leads to heaven; Kind equal rule, the government of laws, And all-protecting freedom, which alone Sustains the name and dignity of man: These are not theirs.
Página 196 - Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free.
Página 172 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.

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