The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, and Poet Laureate, Volumen2

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University Press, 1802
 

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Página 120 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 21 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 54 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Página 118 - He made darkness his secret place, his pavilion round about Him with dark water, and thick clouds to cover Him.
Página 137 - Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops that from my fountain pure, I have kept of precious cure...
Página 55 - Along the lofty-window'd hall, The storied tapestry was hung : With minstrelsy the rafters rung Of harps, that with reflected light From the proud gallery glitter'd bright : While gifted bards, a rival throng, (From distant Mona, nurse of song...
Página 154 - Its living hues where the warm pencil pours, And breathing forms from the rude marble start, How to life's humbler scene can I depart ? My breast all glowing from those gorgeous...
Página 73 - And weapons huge of old renown. Martial prince, 'tis thine to save From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! So may thy ships securely stem The western frith : thy diadem...
Página 177 - Has blasted all the wreaths of ancient age ; No more her groves by Fancy's feet are trod, Each Attic grace has left the lov'd abode. Fall'n is fair Greece ! by Luxury's pleasing bane Seduc'd, she drags a barbarous foreign chain.
Página 174 - But principally I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth. This is the system upon which I have governed myself many years (but do not tell), and so I shall go on till I have done with them.

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