The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Հատոր 56Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... grace fhe " mov'd !. " Who could have seen her then , and not have lov'd ? " I ftrove not to refift fo fweet a flame , " But gloried in a happy captive's name ; " Nor would I now , could Love permit , be free ,, " But leave to brutes ...
... grace fhe " mov'd !. " Who could have seen her then , and not have lov'd ? " I ftrove not to refift fo fweet a flame , " But gloried in a happy captive's name ; " Nor would I now , could Love permit , be free ,, " But leave to brutes ...
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... grace , " That triumphs now in that deluding face ! " Thofe alter'd looks may every shepherd fly , " And ev'n thy Daphnis hate thee worse than I ! “ Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon done , " To lofe the heart his tedious pains had ...
... grace , " That triumphs now in that deluding face ! " Thofe alter'd looks may every shepherd fly , " And ev'n thy Daphnis hate thee worse than I ! “ Say , thou inconstant , what has Damon done , " To lofe the heart his tedious pains had ...
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... grace of nature or of art , " We cannot break one stubborn country heart : " The brutes , infenfible , our power defy : " To love , exceeds a ' fquire's capacity . " The town , the court , is Beauty's proper fphere ; " That is our ...
... grace of nature or of art , " We cannot break one stubborn country heart : " The brutes , infenfible , our power defy : " To love , exceeds a ' fquire's capacity . " The town , the court , is Beauty's proper fphere ; " That is our ...
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... grace , each virtue , Freedom could inspire ; Yet in her troubled ftate fee all the woes , And all the crimes , that giddy Faction knows ; Till , rent by parties , by corruption fold , Or weakly careless , or too rafhly bold , She funk ...
... grace , each virtue , Freedom could inspire ; Yet in her troubled ftate fee all the woes , And all the crimes , that giddy Faction knows ; Till , rent by parties , by corruption fold , Or weakly careless , or too rafhly bold , She funk ...
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... grace his palace with triumphal spoils ; Me Beauty holds , in ftrong though gentle chains , Far from tumultuous war and dusty plains . With thee , my love , to pafs my tranquil days , How would I flight Ambition's painful praife ! How ...
... grace his palace with triumphal spoils ; Me Beauty holds , in ftrong though gentle chains , Far from tumultuous war and dusty plains . With thee , my love , to pafs my tranquil days , How would I flight Ambition's painful praife ! How ...
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Էջ 331 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Էջ 332 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Էջ 331 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Էջ 329 - Tis folly to be wise. 287 HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Էջ 346 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace: Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death through Berkley's roofs that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king!
Էջ 70 - Though meek, magnanimous, though witty, wise; Polite, as all her life in courts had been, Yet good, as she the world had never seen; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentlest female tenderness combin'd.
Էջ 340 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that...
Էջ 345 - And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave.
Էջ 62 - Lucy's grave, Perform the duties that you doubly owe! Now she, alas! is gone, From folly and from vice their helpless age to save...
Էջ 333 - Or heap the fhrine of Luxury and Pride With incenfe kindled at the Mufe's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble ftrife, Their fober wifhes never learn'd to ftray ; Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noifelefs tenor of their way.