The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 32–34. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... thou each paffion to each breast impart ? Our beating Hearts with sprightly measures move , Or melt us with a tale of hapless Love ! Th ' elated mind's impetuous starts control , Or gently footh to peace the troubled foul ! 5 Graces ...
... thou each paffion to each breast impart ? Our beating Hearts with sprightly measures move , Or melt us with a tale of hapless Love ! Th ' elated mind's impetuous starts control , Or gently footh to peace the troubled foul ! 5 Graces ...
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... thou chuse , What laurel'd Arch for thy triumphant Muse ? Though each great Ancient court thee to his shrine , Though every Laurel through the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to those that shade The gentler brow of the soft ...
... thou chuse , What laurel'd Arch for thy triumphant Muse ? Though each great Ancient court thee to his shrine , Though every Laurel through the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to those that shade The gentler brow of the soft ...
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... thou canst not cure . Ye fhady beeches , and ye cooling ftreams , Defence from Phœbus ' , not from Cupid's beams , To you I mourn , nor to the deaf I fing , The woods fhall answer , and their echo ring . The hills and rocks attend my ...
... thou canst not cure . Ye fhady beeches , and ye cooling ftreams , Defence from Phœbus ' , not from Cupid's beams , To you I mourn , nor to the deaf I fing , The woods fhall answer , and their echo ring . The hills and rocks attend my ...
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... thou fing what heroes Windsor bore , What kings first breath'd upon her winding fhore , 300 Or raise old warriors , whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page , Stretch ...
... thou fing what heroes Windsor bore , What kings first breath'd upon her winding fhore , 300 Or raise old warriors , whose ador'd remains In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! With Edward's acts adorn the shining page , Stretch ...
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... thou poffeft The prudent , learn'd , and virtuous breaft ? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim , And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame . Love , foft intruder , enters here , But entering learns to be fincere . Marcus with blushes owns he ...
... thou poffeft The prudent , learn'd , and virtuous breaft ? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim , And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame . Love , foft intruder , enters here , But entering learns to be fincere . Marcus with blushes owns he ...
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Page 52 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 87 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 151 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 24 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Page 113 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 162 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 3 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
Page 107 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Page 359 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 128 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...