The Works of the English Poets, Том 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... these , be watchful , left thy mind , Prone to extremes , an equal danger find , And be to fordid avarice inclin'd . Distant alike from each , to neither lean , But ever keep the happy Golden Mean . Be careful still to guard thy soul ...
... these , be watchful , left thy mind , Prone to extremes , an equal danger find , And be to fordid avarice inclin'd . Distant alike from each , to neither lean , But ever keep the happy Golden Mean . Be careful still to guard thy soul ...
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... these thy mind should move , Employ thy study , and engage thy love . These are the rules which will to Virtue lead , And teach thy feet her heavenly paths to tread . This by his name I swear , whofe facred lore First to mankind explain ...
... these thy mind should move , Employ thy study , and engage thy love . These are the rules which will to Virtue lead , And teach thy feet her heavenly paths to tread . This by his name I swear , whofe facred lore First to mankind explain ...
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... These if to know thou happily attain , Soon fhalt thou perfect be in all that I ordain . Thy wounded foul to health thou shalt restore , And free from every pain fhe felt before . Abstain , I warn , from meats unclean and foul , So keep ...
... These if to know thou happily attain , Soon fhalt thou perfect be in all that I ordain . Thy wounded foul to health thou shalt restore , And free from every pain fhe felt before . Abstain , I warn , from meats unclean and foul , So keep ...
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... these ills have sprung , Whom the avenging powers have spar'd too long , Well may you fear the blow will furely come , Your Sodom has no Ten to avert its doom ; Unlefs the fair Ardelia will alone To heaven for all the guilty tribe atone ...
... these ills have sprung , Whom the avenging powers have spar'd too long , Well may you fear the blow will furely come , Your Sodom has no Ten to avert its doom ; Unlefs the fair Ardelia will alone To heaven for all the guilty tribe atone ...
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... these poor gentlemen , alas ! Bring neither brick nor stone . EPILOGUE TO THE INCONSTANTA OR , THE WAY TO WIN HIM : A COMEDY . BY MR . FARQUHAR . AS IT WAS ACTED AT THE THEATRE - ROYAL IN DRURY - LANE , 1703 . SPOKEN BY MR . WILKS . ROM ...
... these poor gentlemen , alas ! Bring neither brick nor stone . EPILOGUE TO THE INCONSTANTA OR , THE WAY TO WIN HIM : A COMEDY . BY MR . FARQUHAR . AS IT WAS ACTED AT THE THEATRE - ROYAL IN DRURY - LANE , 1703 . SPOKEN BY MR . WILKS . ROM ...
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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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