PoemsJohnson, 1810 - 597 pages |
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... verse with which I now adorn his hearse ; and this my grief , without thy help , shall write . Had I a wreath of bays about my brow , I should contemn that flourishing honour now , condemn it to the fire , and joy to hear it rage and ...
... verse with which I now adorn his hearse ; and this my grief , without thy help , shall write . Had I a wreath of bays about my brow , I should contemn that flourishing honour now , condemn it to the fire , and joy to hear it rage and ...
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... verse . THE DESPAIR . Beneath this gloomy shade , by Nature only for my sorrows made , I'll spend this voice in cries , in tears I'll waste these eyes , by love so vainly fed ; so Lust of old the deluge punished . ah ! wretched youth ...
... verse . THE DESPAIR . Beneath this gloomy shade , by Nature only for my sorrows made , I'll spend this voice in cries , in tears I'll waste these eyes , by love so vainly fed ; so Lust of old the deluge punished . ah ! wretched youth ...
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... verse is softer far than the downy feathers are of my wings , or of my arrows , of my mother's doves , or sparrows . Sweet , as lovers freshest kisses ; or , their riper following blisses ; graceful , cleanly , smooth , and round , all ...
... verse is softer far than the downy feathers are of my wings , or of my arrows , of my mother's doves , or sparrows . Sweet , as lovers freshest kisses ; or , their riper following blisses ; graceful , cleanly , smooth , and round , all ...
Page 26
... laugh , and sing , and dance , and strike th ' harmonious string . Verse should from their tongue so flow , as if it in the mouth did grow , M C as swiftly answering their command , as tunes 26 Cowley . ELEGY ON AN ACREON .
... laugh , and sing , and dance , and strike th ' harmonious string . Verse should from their tongue so flow , as if it in the mouth did grow , M C as swiftly answering their command , as tunes 26 Cowley . ELEGY ON AN ACREON .
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... verse : with wreaths of fragrant herbs adorn the yet surviving Poet's urn . Latin Epitaph on the Author's Tomb in Westminster Abbey . ABRAHAMUS COULEIUS , Anglorum , Pindarus , Flaccus , Maro , Delicia , Decus , Desiderium , ¯vi sui ...
... verse : with wreaths of fragrant herbs adorn the yet surviving Poet's urn . Latin Epitaph on the Author's Tomb in Westminster Abbey . ABRAHAMUS COULEIUS , Anglorum , Pindarus , Flaccus , Maro , Delicia , Decus , Desiderium , ¯vi sui ...
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Page 23 - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. — With downcast looks the joyless victor sate Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of Chance below; And now and then a sigh he stole And tears began to flow.
Page 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the...
Page 82 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 12 - Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 23 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Page 6 - Cooper's Hill, My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays ; Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold, His genuine and less guilty wealth t...
Page 15 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose. Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 24 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 21 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.