The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 2Harper & brothers, 1851 - English literature |
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... Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the sun refine The ...
... Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the sun refine The ...
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... O Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , I knew thou wert not slow to hear , Nor 1719 A.D. ] 25 JOSEPH ADDISON . An Ode.
... O Lord ! Thy mercy set me free ; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave , I knew thou wert not slow to hear , Nor 1719 A.D. ] 25 JOSEPH ADDISON . An Ode.
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... thee for thy mercies past , And humbly hope for more . My life , if thou preserv'st my life , Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death , if death must be my doom , Shall join my soul to thee . As a prose writer Addison has had few equals in ...
... thee for thy mercies past , And humbly hope for more . My life , if thou preserv'st my life , Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death , if death must be my doom , Shall join my soul to thee . As a prose writer Addison has had few equals in ...
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... thee , And hears and sees thee all the while , Softly speak and sweetly smile . ' T was this deprived my soul of rest , And raised such tumults in my breast , For while I gazed in transport tossed , My breath was gone , my voice was ...
... thee , And hears and sees thee all the while , Softly speak and sweetly smile . ' T was this deprived my soul of rest , And raised such tumults in my breast , For while I gazed in transport tossed , My breath was gone , my voice was ...
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... thee , thy life possessed , And time shall be that thou shalt rest . ' Those with bending osier bound , That nameless heave the crumbled ground , Quick to the glancing thoughts disclose Where toil and poverty repose . The flat smooth ...
... thee , thy life possessed , And time shall be that thou shalt rest . ' Those with bending osier bound , That nameless heave the crumbled ground , Quick to the glancing thoughts disclose Where toil and poverty repose . The flat smooth ...
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Page 340 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 24 - I'm weary of conjectures — This must end them. (Laying his hand upon his sword. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me : This in a moment brings me to an end, But this informs me I shall never die.
Page 339 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 381 - Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 382 - At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 339 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray: Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 380 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And even those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 236 - I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation!
Page 339 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 380 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...