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His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce , For
all the pangs that rage : Blest light still gaining on the gloom , The more than
Michael of his bloom , Th ' Abishag of his age . He sung of God , the mighty
source ...
His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce , For
all the pangs that rage : Blest light still gaining on the gloom , The more than
Michael of his bloom , Th ' Abishag of his age . He sung of God , the mighty
source ...
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... and for ever curs ' d , Immoderate was their rage , for mortal was their Of all th '
infernal crew the worst ; hate . The worst in genius , measure and degree ; For
envy , hatred , malice , are but parts of thee . But when the King of Righteousness
...
... and for ever curs ' d , Immoderate was their rage , for mortal was their Of all th '
infernal crew the worst ; hate . The worst in genius , measure and degree ; For
envy , hatred , malice , are but parts of thee . But when the King of Righteousness
...
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... th ' orgies of the May ) wou ' d oft recount Where plays the ' woud - nymph ' s
favourite The rage of the indignant goddesses , I ' ll celebrate his praise . When
shepherd Paris to the Cyprian queen , With band obsequious gave the golden
toy .
... th ' orgies of the May ) wou ' d oft recount Where plays the ' woud - nymph ' s
favourite The rage of the indignant goddesses , I ' ll celebrate his praise . When
shepherd Paris to the Cyprian queen , With band obsequious gave the golden
toy .
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... And shake the ramparts with your rage ; He keeps a rookery in you . Boreas
distend your chops and blow ; Don ' t fear I ' ll tarry long , sweet lady , Ring , ring ,
ye honny bells of Bow ; Where there is din enough already , Ye drums and rattles
...
... And shake the ramparts with your rage ; He keeps a rookery in you . Boreas
distend your chops and blow ; Don ' t fear I ' ll tarry long , sweet lady , Ring , ring ,
ye honny bells of Bow ; Where there is din enough already , Ye drums and rattles
...
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... your pride , " A black tobacco - pipe was laid ; The warbling Philomela cry ' d ;
And with its vapours far and near , « Since no more animals we find Outstunk the
essence of Monsieur ; In nature of the hissing kind , At which its rage , the thing ...
... your pride , " A black tobacco - pipe was laid ; The warbling Philomela cry ' d ;
And with its vapours far and near , « Since no more animals we find Outstunk the
essence of Monsieur ; In nature of the hissing kind , At which its rage , the thing ...
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Page 78 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 493 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 95 - 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 492 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Page 492 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Page 492 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 500 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 493 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Page 493 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 493 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
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| Title | Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, Johnson 16. köide of The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Alexander Chalmers 16. köide of Works of the English poets from Chaucer to Cowper : in twenty-one volumes / S. Johnson; Alexander Chalmers |
| Author | Samuel Johnson |
| Editor | Alexander Chalmers |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1810 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 31 jaan. 2008 |
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