The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 71804 |
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... look compos'd the pris'ner stood , And modeft pride . By turns he view'd The court , the counfel , and the crowd , And with fubmiffive rev'rence bow'd . Proceed we now , in humbler strains , And lighter rhymes , with what remains . Th ...
... look compos'd the pris'ner stood , And modeft pride . By turns he view'd The court , the counfel , and the crowd , And with fubmiffive rev'rence bow'd . Proceed we now , in humbler strains , And lighter rhymes , with what remains . Th ...
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... look'd in their faces , And bridled and primm'd with abundance of graces ; But this was coquettish , and that was a prude , One ftupid and dull , t'other noify and rude ; A third was affected , quite careless a fourth , With prate ...
... look'd in their faces , And bridled and primm'd with abundance of graces ; But this was coquettish , and that was a prude , One ftupid and dull , t'other noify and rude ; A third was affected , quite careless a fourth , With prate ...
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... look'd hard at her , And stamp'd , and wish'd the pris'ner further , And cry'd out , Part them , or there's murther ! That ftill he held the pris'ner fast , And would have stood it to the last ; But struggling to go through the rest ...
... look'd hard at her , And stamp'd , and wish'd the pris'ner further , And cry'd out , Part them , or there's murther ! That ftill he held the pris'ner fast , And would have stood it to the last ; But struggling to go through the rest ...
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... looks , not words " Blund'rers , who level in the dark , " And always fhoot befide the mark . " He names not me ; but ... look'd so fair : " Forgive my rudeness , but I vow , " You were not quite divine till now ; " Thofe limbs ! that ...
... looks , not words " Blund'rers , who level in the dark , " And always fhoot befide the mark . " He names not me ; but ... look'd so fair : " Forgive my rudeness , but I vow , " You were not quite divine till now ; " Thofe limbs ! that ...
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... look , And thus the trembling prey bespoke . Deluded fool , with pride elate , Know , ' tis thy beauty brings thy fate : Lefs dazzling , long thou might'ft have lain Unheeded on the velvet plain : Pride , foon or late , degraded mourns ...
... look , And thus the trembling prey bespoke . Deluded fool , with pride elate , Know , ' tis thy beauty brings thy fate : Lefs dazzling , long thou might'ft have lain Unheeded on the velvet plain : Pride , foon or late , degraded mourns ...
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Page 278 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 281 - 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...
Page 60 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 278 - 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.
Page 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Page 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...