The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 53–54. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... heart Amid the piercing cries of fore distress Impenetrable . - But away thine eye ; Behold yon fteepy cliff ; the modern pile Perchance may now delight , while that , rever'd * In ancient day , the page alone declares , Or narrow coin ...
... heart Amid the piercing cries of fore distress Impenetrable . - But away thine eye ; Behold yon fteepy cliff ; the modern pile Perchance may now delight , while that , rever'd * In ancient day , the page alone declares , Or narrow coin ...
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... heart . Ineftimable good ! who giv'ft us Truth , Whofe hand upleads to light , divinest Truth , Array'd in every charm : whofe hand benign Teaches unwearied toil to cloath the fields , And on his various fruits infcribes the name Of ...
... heart . Ineftimable good ! who giv'ft us Truth , Whofe hand upleads to light , divinest Truth , Array'd in every charm : whofe hand benign Teaches unwearied toil to cloath the fields , And on his various fruits infcribes the name Of ...
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... hearts , And little Rome appears . Her cots arise , Green twigs of ofier weave the flender walls , Green rushes fpread the roofs ; and here and there Opens beneath the rock the gloomy cave . Elate with joy Etrufcan Tiber views Her ...
... hearts , And little Rome appears . Her cots arise , Green twigs of ofier weave the flender walls , Green rushes fpread the roofs ; and here and there Opens beneath the rock the gloomy cave . Elate with joy Etrufcan Tiber views Her ...
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... heart Laughs at the winter storm , and fummer - beam ,. Superior to their rage : enfeebling vice Withers each nerve , and opens every pore To painful feeling : flowery bowers they feek ( As æther prompts , as the fick fenfe approves ) ...
... heart Laughs at the winter storm , and fummer - beam ,. Superior to their rage : enfeebling vice Withers each nerve , and opens every pore To painful feeling : flowery bowers they feek ( As æther prompts , as the fick fenfe approves ) ...
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... hearts ; the Romans once were free ,. Were brave , were virtuous . - Tyranny howe'er Deign'd to walk forth a while in pageant state , And with licentious pleasures fed the rout , The thoughtless many : to the wanton found of fifes and ...
... hearts ; the Romans once were free ,. Were brave , were virtuous . - Tyranny howe'er Deign'd to walk forth a while in pageant state , And with licentious pleasures fed the rout , The thoughtless many : to the wanton found of fifes and ...
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afcend Amyntor behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaſt charms chearful clime clouds diftant elegy erft Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecure feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing firſt fkies flame fleece fleep flow flowers fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrain fuch fure fwains fweet fwell grace grove hand heart heaven hill himſelf laft laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moſt mournful Mufe muft Muſe muſt nymph o'er paffion plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride raiſe reafon rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtep ſtream ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil Twas vafe vale virtue wave whofe whoſe wild wind wonder youth
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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.