The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 50. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... less dazzling sight , " And fhew all nature in a milder light ; " How every boisterous thought in calms fubfides ! " How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides ! " O how divine ! to tread the milky way , To the bright palace of the ...
... less dazzling sight , " And fhew all nature in a milder light ; " How every boisterous thought in calms fubfides ! " How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides ! " O how divine ! to tread the milky way , To the bright palace of the ...
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... 'd , and loving bride , n space confin'd , the Muse forbears to tell ; Deep was her anguish , but she bore it well . VOL . I. E 55 60 65 70 75 His His pain was equal , but his virtue less ; FORCE OF RELIGION , Book I. 49.
... 'd , and loving bride , n space confin'd , the Muse forbears to tell ; Deep was her anguish , but she bore it well . VOL . I. E 55 60 65 70 75 His His pain was equal , but his virtue less ; FORCE OF RELIGION , Book I. 49.
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... less ; He thought in grief there could be no excess . Penfive he fat , o'ercaft with gloomy care , And often fondly clasp'd his absent fair ; Now , filent , wander'd through his rooms of ftate , And ficken'd at their pomp , and tax'd ...
... less ; He thought in grief there could be no excess . Penfive he fat , o'ercaft with gloomy care , And often fondly clasp'd his absent fair ; Now , filent , wander'd through his rooms of ftate , And ficken'd at their pomp , and tax'd ...
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... less wise ! If virtues at his noble hands you crave , You bid him raise his father's from the grave . Men should prefs forward in fame's glorious chace ; Nobles look backward , and fo lose the race . 135 Let high birth triumph ! What ...
... less wise ! If virtues at his noble hands you crave , You bid him raise his father's from the grave . Men should prefs forward in fame's glorious chace ; Nobles look backward , and fo lose the race . 135 Let high birth triumph ! What ...
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... less , Quite zealous in the ways of heaviness ; To lumps inanimate a fondness take ; And difinherit fons that are awake . These , when their utmost venom they would spit , Moft barbarously tell you— " He's a wit . ” Poor negroes , thus ...
... less , Quite zealous in the ways of heaviness ; To lumps inanimate a fondness take ; And difinherit fons that are awake . These , when their utmost venom they would spit , Moft barbarously tell you— " He's a wit . ” Poor negroes , thus ...
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