The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 32–34. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... verfe betrays Thy want of skill , nor fhew the poet's praise ; Cease then , and leave fome fitter bard to tell 40 45 How Pope in every strain can write , in every strain excell . To H To Mr. P O PE . On the publishing [ xxi 1.
... verfe betrays Thy want of skill , nor fhew the poet's praise ; Cease then , and leave fome fitter bard to tell 40 45 How Pope in every strain can write , in every strain excell . To H To Mr. P O PE . On the publishing [ xxi 1.
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... leave a man time enough for any more ferious employment , or more agreeable amusement ? and The only plea I shall use for the favour of the Pub- lic , is , that I have as great a respect for it , as most au- thors have for themselves ...
... leave a man time enough for any more ferious employment , or more agreeable amusement ? and The only plea I shall use for the favour of the Pub- lic , is , that I have as great a respect for it , as most au- thors have for themselves ...
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... leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground ; Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ! A milk - white bull shall at ...
... leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ground ; Begin , the vales shall every note rebound . STREPHON . Inspire me , Phoebus , in my Delia's praise , With Waller's strains , or Granville's moving lays ! A milk - white bull shall at ...
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... leave your crystal spring , Let Nymphs and Sylvans cyprefs garlands bring ; Ye weeping Loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your bows as when Adonis dy'd ; 20 And with your golden darts , now useless grown , 25 Inscribe a ...
... leave your crystal spring , Let Nymphs and Sylvans cyprefs garlands bring ; Ye weeping Loves , the stream with myrtles hide , And break your bows as when Adonis dy'd ; 20 And with your golden darts , now useless grown , 25 Inscribe a ...
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... leaves fhall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye Heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence fhed the kindly shower ! The fick and weak the healing plant fhall aid , From ftorms a fhelter , and from ...
... leaves fhall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye Heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence fhed the kindly shower ! The fick and weak the healing plant fhall aid , From ftorms a fhelter , and from ...
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