The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 12 |
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... lyre be strung , The lyre returns such sounds as Homer sung . The kind compulsion of a friend obey , And , though reluctant , swell the lofty lay ; [ sound , Then listening groves once more shall catch the While Grecian Muses sing on ...
... lyre be strung , The lyre returns such sounds as Homer sung . The kind compulsion of a friend obey , And , though reluctant , swell the lofty lay ; [ sound , Then listening groves once more shall catch the While Grecian Muses sing on ...
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... lyre to loftier sounds be strung , Inspir'd by Homer1 , or what thou hast sung : My Muse from thine shall catch a warmer ray ; As clouds are brighten'd by the god of day . So trees unapt to bear , by art refin'd , High o'er the ground ...
... lyre to loftier sounds be strung , Inspir'd by Homer1 , or what thou hast sung : My Muse from thine shall catch a warmer ray ; As clouds are brighten'd by the god of day . So trees unapt to bear , by art refin'd , High o'er the ground ...
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... lyre Jarr'd grating discord , all extinct his fire ! This you beheld ; and , taught by Heaven to sing , Call'd the loud music from the sounding string . Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years , Once more Achilles in dread pomp ...
... lyre Jarr'd grating discord , all extinct his fire ! This you beheld ; and , taught by Heaven to sing , Call'd the loud music from the sounding string . Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years , Once more Achilles in dread pomp ...
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... lyre , Or deign'd to touch thy hallow'd lips with fire ? For sure such sounds exalt th ' immortal string , As Heaven approves , and raptur'd angels sing . Ah ! how I listen , while the mortal lay Lifts me from Earth above the solar way ...
... lyre , Or deign'd to touch thy hallow'd lips with fire ? For sure such sounds exalt th ' immortal string , As Heaven approves , and raptur'd angels sing . Ah ! how I listen , while the mortal lay Lifts me from Earth above the solar way ...
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... lyres , Where raptur'd saints unfading crowns inwreath , Triumphant o'er the World , o'er Sin , and Death ? O ! may the thought his friend's devotion raise ! O ! may he imitate , as well as praise ! Awake , my heavy soul ! and upward ...
... lyres , Where raptur'd saints unfading crowns inwreath , Triumphant o'er the World , o'er Sin , and Death ? O ! may the thought his friend's devotion raise ! O ! may he imitate , as well as praise ! Awake , my heavy soul ! and upward ...
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Page 229 - Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 161 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require...
Page 229 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives — T
Page 447 - Wisely regardful of the* embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit.
Page 243 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown 125 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd.
Page 169 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial powers of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Page 166 - What though no credit doubting wits may give, The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring.
Page 105 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation ; and those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, and more certainty in that of Pope. Poetry was not the sole praise of either; for both excelled likewise in prose ; but Pope did not borrow his prose from his predecessor. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden observes...
Page 219 - As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 230 - Through this day's life or death ! This day, be bread and peace my lot All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! MOEAL ESSAYS, m FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.