The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 68. köide1790 |
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... delightful requifite to please , Tafte , Spirit , Judgment , Elegance , and Eafe , Familiar Nature forms thy only rule , From Ranger's rake to Drugger's vacant fool . With powers fo pliant , and so various bleft , That what we see the ...
... delightful requifite to please , Tafte , Spirit , Judgment , Elegance , and Eafe , Familiar Nature forms thy only rule , From Ranger's rake to Drugger's vacant fool . With powers fo pliant , and so various bleft , That what we see the ...
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... fo exact and flow , Like wooden monarchs at a puppet show . The mien delights us that has native graçe , But affectation ill fupplies its place , Unskilful Unfkilful actors , like your mimic apes , Will writhe 12 LLOYD'S POEMS .
... fo exact and flow , Like wooden monarchs at a puppet show . The mien delights us that has native graçe , But affectation ill fupplies its place , Unskilful Unfkilful actors , like your mimic apes , Will writhe 12 LLOYD'S POEMS .
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... delighted o'er each fcene I go , Well - pleas'd , and not asham'd of being so . But let the generous Actor ftill forbear To copy features with a Mimic's care ! ' Tis a poor skill which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile ftage - cuftom ...
... delighted o'er each fcene I go , Well - pleas'd , and not asham'd of being so . But let the generous Actor ftill forbear To copy features with a Mimic's care ! ' Tis a poor skill which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile ftage - cuftom ...
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... delighted stands , And lifts , Briareus ' like , her hundred hands , Know , Fame awards thee but a partial breath ! Not all thy talents brave the stroke of death . Poets to ages yet unborn appeal , And latest times th ' Eternal Nature ...
... delighted stands , And lifts , Briareus ' like , her hundred hands , Know , Fame awards thee but a partial breath ! Not all thy talents brave the stroke of death . Poets to ages yet unborn appeal , And latest times th ' Eternal Nature ...
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... delight the Pedlar view'd , As fmoking on the board it food . But , though the very steam arose With grateful odour to his nose , One fingle fip he ventur'd not , The gruel was fo wond'rous hot . What can be done ? -with gentle puff He ...
... delight the Pedlar view'd , As fmoking on the board it food . But , though the very steam arose With grateful odour to his nose , One fingle fip he ventur'd not , The gruel was fo wond'rous hot . What can be done ? -with gentle puff He ...
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Page 328 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 338 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 338 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 330 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and. to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown 'd not on his humble birth' And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Page 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
Page 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
Page 328 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th