The Works of the English Poets, Том 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fecret vigour of cur latent powers , Rouzes and urges on the lazy heart , 25 Force , to itself unknown before , t'exert . By ufe thy ftronger appetites affwage , Thy gluttony , thy floth , thy luft , thy rage : From each dishonest act ...
... fecret vigour of cur latent powers , Rouzes and urges on the lazy heart , 25 Force , to itself unknown before , t'exert . By ufe thy ftronger appetites affwage , Thy gluttony , thy floth , thy luft , thy rage : From each dishonest act ...
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... fecret self with pleasure say , Rejoice , my heart , for all went well to - day . Thefe thoughts , and chiefly these thy mind should move , Employ thy study , and engage thy love . These are the rules which will to Virtue lead , And ...
... fecret self with pleasure say , Rejoice , my heart , for all went well to - day . Thefe thoughts , and chiefly these thy mind should move , Employ thy study , and engage thy love . These are the rules which will to Virtue lead , And ...
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... fecret thy celeftial fifters fing , Paft by their facred hill , and sweet Caftalian fpring . But nobler thoughts the victor prince employ , And raise his heart with high triumphant joy ; From hence a better course of time rolls on ...
... fecret thy celeftial fifters fing , Paft by their facred hill , and sweet Caftalian fpring . But nobler thoughts the victor prince employ , And raise his heart with high triumphant joy ; From hence a better course of time rolls on ...
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... fecret failing of your friend .. To your good - nature I fecurely truft , Who know , that to conceal , is to be just . The Muse , like wretched maids by love undone , From friends , acquaintance and the light would run ; Confcious of ...
... fecret failing of your friend .. To your good - nature I fecurely truft , Who know , that to conceal , is to be just . The Muse , like wretched maids by love undone , From friends , acquaintance and the light would run ; Confcious of ...
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... fecret , none fhould e'er confefs , That they have loft the happy power to please . If you fufpect the rogue inclin'd to break , Break first , and swear you've turn'd him off a week ; As princes when they refty states - men doubt ...
... fecret , none fhould e'er confefs , That they have loft the happy power to please . If you fufpect the rogue inclin'd to break , Break first , and swear you've turn'd him off a week ; As princes when they refty states - men doubt ...
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