The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 45. köide1790 |
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... Pride of Perfia glitter'd on our ftrand , And China's Earth was caft on common fand : Tofs'd up and down the gloffy fragments lay , } 10 And drefs'd the rocky fhelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd : and now we ...
... Pride of Perfia glitter'd on our ftrand , And China's Earth was caft on common fand : Tofs'd up and down the gloffy fragments lay , } 10 And drefs'd the rocky fhelves , and pav'd the painted bay . Thy treasures next arriv'd : and now we ...
Page xiv
... pride . · : } 40 Where woods , and brooks , and breathing fields infpire ! Happy the man , who ftrings his tuneful lyre Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you fing fo well . 45 I in a cold , and in a ...
... pride . · : } 40 Where woods , and brooks , and breathing fields infpire ! Happy the man , who ftrings his tuneful lyre Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you fing fo well . 45 I in a cold , and in a ...
Page xxvii
... pride , from penitence , or ftrife , Moves calmly forward to the verge of life : Such be my days , and fuch my fortunes be , To live by reafon , and to write by thee ! Nor deem this verfe , though humble , a difgrace :. All are not born ...
... pride , from penitence , or ftrife , Moves calmly forward to the verge of life : Such be my days , and fuch my fortunes be , To live by reafon , and to write by thee ! Nor deem this verfe , though humble , a difgrace :. All are not born ...
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... pride ! when the utmost we can hope , is but to be read in one Ifland , and to be thrown afide at the end of one Age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the Ancients ; and it will be found true ...
... pride ! when the utmost we can hope , is but to be read in one Ifland , and to be thrown afide at the end of one Age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the Ancients ; and it will be found true ...
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... pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illuftrioufly are loft ! O let my Mufe her flender reed infpire , Till in your native shades you tune ...
... pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illuftrioufly are loft ! O let my Mufe her flender reed infpire , Till in your native shades you tune ...
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Page 53 - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend...
Page 111 - Our sons their fathers' failing language see, And such as Chaucer is, shall Dryden be. So when the faithful pencil has design'd Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours...
Page 86 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 132 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 105 - 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 52 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
Page 158 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd and by strangers mourn'd ! What tho...
Page 116 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Page 103 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine. And glittering thoughts struck out at every line; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked Nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 159 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?