The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 68. köide1790 |
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... hope to gain . The Play'r's profeffion ( though I hate the phrafe , ' Tis fo mechanic in these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into ...
... hope to gain . The Play'r's profeffion ( though I hate the phrafe , ' Tis fo mechanic in these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into ...
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... hope , But even Jacob take the lead of Pope ! While the pil'd fhelves fink down on one another , And each huge folio has its cumb'rous brother , While , arm'd with thefe , the Student views with awe His rooms become the magazine of Law ...
... hope , But even Jacob take the lead of Pope ! While the pil'd fhelves fink down on one another , And each huge folio has its cumb'rous brother , While , arm'd with thefe , the Student views with awe His rooms become the magazine of Law ...
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... hopes , and equal to his birth , See , fee in YORKE ‡ the force of lineal worth ! But why their fev'ral merits need I tell Why on each honour'd fage's praifes dwell WILMOT | how well his place , or FOSTERS fills ? Or fhrew'd fenfe ...
... hopes , and equal to his birth , See , fee in YORKE ‡ the force of lineal worth ! But why their fev'ral merits need I tell Why on each honour'd fage's praifes dwell WILMOT | how well his place , or FOSTERS fills ? Or fhrew'd fenfe ...
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... hope or fear : Theirs was the noble skill , with gen'rous aim , To fan true genius to an active flame ; To bring forth merit in its ftrongeft light , Or damn the blockhead to his native night . But , as all ftates are fubject to decay ...
... hope or fear : Theirs was the noble skill , with gen'rous aim , To fan true genius to an active flame ; To bring forth merit in its ftrongeft light , Or damn the blockhead to his native night . But , as all ftates are fubject to decay ...
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... hopes the nymph will every danger shun , Yet prays devoutly - that the deed were done . Mean time fits watching for the daily lie , As fpiders , lurk to catch a fimple fly . Yet is not fcandal to one sex confin'd , Though men would fix ...
... hopes the nymph will every danger shun , Yet prays devoutly - that the deed were done . Mean time fits watching for the daily lie , As fpiders , lurk to catch a fimple fly . Yet is not fcandal to one sex confin'd , Though men would fix ...
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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