Bell's Edition, Količine 63–64J. Bell, 1782 |
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Stran v
... mourn the facrilege and the fhame . The eldest fong which history has brought down to our ears was a noble act of worship paid to the God of ifrael when his " right hand became glorious in " power , when thy right hand , O Lord , dafhed ...
... mourn the facrilege and the fhame . The eldest fong which history has brought down to our ears was a noble act of worship paid to the God of ifrael when his " right hand became glorious in " power , when thy right hand , O Lord , dafhed ...
Stran xi
... mourning without the fun , a " brother to dragons , and a companion to owls ; while " his harp and organ are turned into the voice of them " that weep . " I muft tranfcribe one half of this holy book if I would fhow the grandeur , the ...
... mourning without the fun , a " brother to dragons , and a companion to owls ; while " his harp and organ are turned into the voice of them " that weep . " I muft tranfcribe one half of this holy book if I would fhow the grandeur , the ...
Stran xxi
... mourn with them than detain and tire him here . These gentlemen , in their large and la- boured works of poefy , have given the world happy examples of what they wish and encourage in profe , the one in a rich variety of thought and ...
... mourn with them than detain and tire him here . These gentlemen , in their large and la- boured works of poefy , have given the world happy examples of what they wish and encourage in profe , the one in a rich variety of thought and ...
Stran 46
... mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A troop of ftatues on the Ruffian plains , And life ftands frozen in the purple veins . Athieft , forbear ; no more blafpheme ; God has a thousand ...
... mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A troop of ftatues on the Ruffian plains , And life ftands frozen in the purple veins . Athieft , forbear ; no more blafpheme ; God has a thousand ...
Stran 61
... Darkness rang with joy , Th ' old Serpent hifs'd , and Hell grew proud , While Sion mourn'd her ruin nigh . Volume V. F 24 28 32 8 12 16 5. But lo ! the great Deliv'rer fails Commiffion'd from Book I. 61 LYRICK POEMS .
... Darkness rang with joy , Th ' old Serpent hifs'd , and Hell grew proud , While Sion mourn'd her ruin nigh . Volume V. F 24 28 32 8 12 16 5. But lo ! the great Deliv'rer fails Commiffion'd from Book I. 61 LYRICK POEMS .
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Stran 103 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Stran 128 - And shed a sweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all...
Stran 109 - Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue — Here's joyful work for you.
Stran xxxi - The best of them sinks below the idea which I form of a divine or moral ode. He that deals in the mysteries of Heaven, or of the Muses, should be a genius of no vulgar mould...
Stran 96 - And thine, my Mitio, (the fair saint replies.) Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, And place, and time, are ours; and things to come, And past, and present, for our interest stands Firm in our mystic head, the title sure.
Stran xxvii - Poland, would need no excuse, did they but rise to the beauty of the original. I have often taken the freedom to add ten or twenty lines, or to leave out as many, that I might suit my song more to my own design, or because I saw it impossible to present the force, the fineness, and the fire of his expression in our language.
Stran 106 - Thoughts like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore Him.
Stran xxix - I ever affect archaisms, exoticisms, and a quaint uncouthness of speech, in order to become perfectly Miltonian. It is my opinion that blank verse may be written with all due elevation of thought in a modern...
Stran 51 - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
Stran xvii - Boileau's objection, from other poets of his own country. What a noble use have Racine and Corneille made of Christian subjects, in some of their best tragedies ! What a variety of divine scenes are displayed, and pious passions awakened in those poems. The martyrdom of Polyeucte, how doth it reign over our love and pity, and at the same time animate our zeal and devotion...