The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 71804 |
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... not too much the foothing eafe Of rural indolence shall please My Pelham's ardent breast ; The man whom Virtue calls her own Muft ftand the pillar of a throne , And make a nation bleft . B XII . Pelham ! ' tis thine with temp'rate zeal.
... not too much the foothing eafe Of rural indolence shall please My Pelham's ardent breast ; The man whom Virtue calls her own Muft ftand the pillar of a throne , And make a nation bleft . B XII . Pelham ! ' tis thine with temp'rate zeal.
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... please ye . " So faying , the rattled her wheel out of fight , While Envy walk'd after , and grinn'd with delight . It seems ' twas a trick that the long had been brewing , To marry poor David , and fo be his ruin : For Slander had told ...
... please ye . " So faying , the rattled her wheel out of fight , While Envy walk'd after , and grinn'd with delight . It seems ' twas a trick that the long had been brewing , To marry poor David , and fo be his ruin : For Slander had told ...
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... please , at this dangerous crifis , To take to your bofom a few private vices , By which your petitioners haply might thrive , And keep both themselves and Contention alive . In compaffion , good Sir , give them something to fay , And ...
... please , at this dangerous crifis , To take to your bofom a few private vices , By which your petitioners haply might thrive , And keep both themselves and Contention alive . In compaffion , good Sir , give them something to fay , And ...
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... please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips difclofe The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks are beds of flow'rs , Enripen'd by refreshing show'rs ...
... please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips difclofe The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks are beds of flow'rs , Enripen'd by refreshing show'rs ...
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... please ; For fools alone with rigour fway , When foon , or late , they muft obey . THE King of brutes , in life's decline , Refolv'd dominion to refign ; The beasts were summon'd to appear , And bend before the royal heir . They came ...
... please ; For fools alone with rigour fway , When foon , or late , they muft obey . THE King of brutes , in life's decline , Refolv'd dominion to refign ; The beasts were summon'd to appear , And bend before the royal heir . They came ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
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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...