The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 53–54. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... See on the mountain's fouthern fide , Where the profpect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide ; How clofe and finall the hedges lie ! What streaks of meadows crofs the eye ! A ftep methinks may pass the stream , So little ...
... See on the mountain's fouthern fide , Where the profpect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide ; How clofe and finall the hedges lie ! What streaks of meadows crofs the eye ! A ftep methinks may pass the stream , So little ...
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... See the tall obelifks from Memphis old , One stone enormous each , or Thebes convey'd ; Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies . And there the temple , where the fummon'd state In deep of night conven'd : ev'n yet methinks The ...
... See the tall obelifks from Memphis old , One stone enormous each , or Thebes convey'd ; Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies . And there the temple , where the fummon'd state In deep of night conven'd : ev'n yet methinks The ...
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... see from every gate those ancient roads , With tombs high verg'd , the folemn paths of Fame : Deferve they not regard ? O'er whofe broad flints Such crowds have roll'd , fo many ftorms of war ; So many pomps ; fo many wondering realms ...
... see from every gate those ancient roads , With tombs high verg'd , the folemn paths of Fame : Deferve they not regard ? O'er whofe broad flints Such crowds have roll'd , fo many ftorms of war ; So many pomps ; fo many wondering realms ...
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... See'ft thou yon fane ? ev'n now incessant time * Sweeps her low mouldering marbles to the duft ; And Phoebus ' temple , nodding with its woods , Threatens huge ruin o'er the fmall rotund . ' Twas there beneath a fig - tree's umbrage ...
... See'ft thou yon fane ? ev'n now incessant time * Sweeps her low mouldering marbles to the duft ; And Phoebus ' temple , nodding with its woods , Threatens huge ruin o'er the fmall rotund . ' Twas there beneath a fig - tree's umbrage ...
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... Blakes , Our Lockes , our Newtons , and our Miltons , rofe . ⚫ See the fun gleams ; the living pastures rise , After the nurture of the fallen fhower , D 2 How How beautiful ! how blue th ' ethereal vault , Book I. THE FLEECE .お.
... Blakes , Our Lockes , our Newtons , and our Miltons , rofe . ⚫ See the fun gleams ; the living pastures rise , After the nurture of the fallen fhower , D 2 How How beautiful ! how blue th ' ethereal vault , Book I. THE FLEECE .お.
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Page 4 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 6 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
Page 160 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Page 158 - Thus glide the foft numbers along, And he fancies no fhepherd his peer ; Yet I never mould envy the fong, Were not PHYLLIS to lend it an ear. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, So PHYLLIS the trophy defpife ; Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd, So they fhine not in PHYLLIS'S eyes.
Page 155 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Page 158 - Tis his with mock passion to glow, Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the snow, And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain, With the notes of his charmer to vie; How they vary their accents in vain, Repine at her triumphs, and die.
Page 34 - Not fcience fhall extort that dear delight, Which gay delufion gave the tender mind. Adieu foft raptures ! tranfports void of care ! Parent of raptures, dear deceit, adieu! And you, her daughters, pining with defpair, Why, why fo foon her fleeting fteps purfue ! Tedious again to curfe the...
Page 287 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Page 160 - CORYDON'S theme : High tranfports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own ; Fate never beftow'd fuch delight, As I with my PHYLLIS had known.
Page 287 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.