The Works of the English Poets, Том 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... length , difdain To wear inflav'd the Gallic tyrant's chain . For fee ! the British genius comes , to chear Thy fainting sons , and kindle them to war . With her own glorious fires their fouls fhe warms , And bids them burn for liberty ...
... length , difdain To wear inflav'd the Gallic tyrant's chain . For fee ! the British genius comes , to chear Thy fainting sons , and kindle them to war . With her own glorious fires their fouls fhe warms , And bids them burn for liberty ...
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... length , difdaining much to yield , 105 Charles to his rival quits the fatal field . Numbers and fortune o'er his right prevail , And ev'n the British valour feems to fail ; And yet they fail'd not all . In that extreme , Conscious of ...
... length , difdaining much to yield , 105 Charles to his rival quits the fatal field . Numbers and fortune o'er his right prevail , And ev'n the British valour feems to fail ; And yet they fail'd not all . In that extreme , Conscious of ...
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... length releas'd ; When young Afcanius , then in arms first try'd , Numbers and every other want fupply'd , And haughty Turnus from his walls defy'd ; Sav'd in the town an empire yet to come , And fix'd the fate of his imperial Rome ...
... length releas'd ; When young Afcanius , then in arms first try'd , Numbers and every other want fupply'd , And haughty Turnus from his walls defy'd ; Sav'd in the town an empire yet to come , And fix'd the fate of his imperial Rome ...
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... length he comes , he ceafes from his toil , Like kings of old returning from the spoil ; To Britain and his queen for ever dear , He comes , their joy and grateful thanks to share ; Lowly he kneels before the royal feat , And lays its ...
... length he comes , he ceafes from his toil , Like kings of old returning from the spoil ; To Britain and his queen for ever dear , He comes , their joy and grateful thanks to share ; Lowly he kneels before the royal feat , And lays its ...
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... length in its own caufe appear'd At length Ramillia's field atones for all The faithlefs breaches of the perjur'd Gaul ; At length a better age to man decreed , With truth , with peace , and juftice , fhall fucceed ; Fall'n are the ...
... length in its own caufe appear'd At length Ramillia's field atones for all The faithlefs breaches of the perjur'd Gaul ; At length a better age to man decreed , With truth , with peace , and juftice , fhall fucceed ; Fall'n are the ...
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Ah willow Albion's arms Atreus Atrides beneath blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh brow Cæfar's cauſe charms crown diftant divine doft dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fam'd fame fate fatire fceptre fcorn fear feas fecret fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firft firſt fix'd flain fleep fmiling foes fome fong footh foul ftand ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fwell fword Gaul goddeſs gods grace hand heart heaven hecatomb hero himſelf Iliad Jove juſt kings lefs lyre maid monarch mortal Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er Nereids numbers nymph o'er paffion peace pleaſure praiſe pride prieſt race rage raiſe reign rife riſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand verſe whofe whoſe youth
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