The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 32 à 34Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... cause my Delia's stay ; Fade every bloffom , wither every tree , Die every flower , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ? where'er my Delia flies , Let spring attend , and sudden flowers arise ! Let opening rofes knotted oaks ...
... cause my Delia's stay ; Fade every bloffom , wither every tree , Die every flower , and perish all , but she . What have I faid ? where'er my Delia flies , Let spring attend , and sudden flowers arise ! Let opening rofes knotted oaks ...
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... cause provokes to Arms , How martial mufic every bofom warms ! 25 30 35 So when the firft bold veffel dar'd the feas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo faw her kindred trees Defcend from Pelion to the main ...
... cause provokes to Arms , How martial mufic every bofom warms ! 25 30 35 So when the firft bold veffel dar'd the feas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo faw her kindred trees Defcend from Pelion to the main ...
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... cause ; they're wifer still , they say ; And still to - morrow's wifer than to - day . Ver . VARIATIONS . r . 413. Ed . 1. Nor praise nor damn , & c . Ver . 428. So Schifmatics the dull , & c . We We think our fathers fools ; fo wife we ...
... cause ; they're wifer still , they say ; And still to - morrow's wifer than to - day . Ver . VARIATIONS . r . 413. Ed . 1. Nor praise nor damn , & c . Ver . 428. So Schifmatics the dull , & c . We We think our fathers fools ; fo wife we ...
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... cause , And here reftor'd Wit's fundamental laws . Such was the Muse , whose rules and practice tell , " Nature's chief Master - piece is writing well . ” Such was Rofcommon , not more learn'd than good , With manners generous as his ...
... cause , And here reftor'd Wit's fundamental laws . Such was the Muse , whose rules and practice tell , " Nature's chief Master - piece is writing well . ” Such was Rofcommon , not more learn'd than good , With manners generous as his ...
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... causes fprings , WE What mighty contefts rife from trivial things , I fing - this verfe to Caryl , Mufe ! is due ... cause , yet unexplor'd , Could make a gentle Belle reject a Lord ? In tasks so bold , can little men engage , And in ...
... causes fprings , WE What mighty contefts rife from trivial things , I fing - this verfe to Caryl , Mufe ! is due ... cause , yet unexplor'd , Could make a gentle Belle reject a Lord ? In tasks so bold , can little men engage , And in ...
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Page 52 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 87 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 151 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 24 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Page 113 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 162 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 3 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
Page 107 - 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 359 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 128 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...