The Works of the English Poets, Том 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... voice be taught to fing , 270 280 The breathing pipe shall swell , shall found the trem- bling ftring . O happy thou where peace for ever smiles , Britannia ! nobleft of the ocean's ifles , Fair queen who doft amidst thy waters reign ...
... voice be taught to fing , 270 280 The breathing pipe shall swell , shall found the trem- bling ftring . O happy thou where peace for ever smiles , Britannia ! nobleft of the ocean's ifles , Fair queen who doft amidst thy waters reign ...
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... voice of mirth is heard to found , And Plenty doles her various bounties round , The humble village , and the wealthy town , Confenting join their happiness to own : What heaven and Anna's gentleft reign afford , All is fecur'd by ...
... voice of mirth is heard to found , And Plenty doles her various bounties round , The humble village , and the wealthy town , Confenting join their happiness to own : What heaven and Anna's gentleft reign afford , All is fecur'd by ...
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Samuel Johnson. In verse like his , the heavenly nation raise Their tuneful voices to their Maker's praise . Nor shall celestial harmony disdain , For once , to imitate an earthly ftrain , Whose fame secure , no rival e'er can fear , But ...
Samuel Johnson. In verse like his , the heavenly nation raise Their tuneful voices to their Maker's praise . Nor shall celestial harmony disdain , For once , to imitate an earthly ftrain , Whose fame secure , no rival e'er can fear , But ...
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... voice of no mufic can boast , Nor my perfon of ought that is fine , But Colin may find , to his cost , A face that is fairer than mine . V. Ah then I will break my lov'd crook , To thee I'll bequeath all my sheep , And die in the much ...
... voice of no mufic can boast , Nor my perfon of ought that is fine , But Colin may find , to his cost , A face that is fairer than mine . V. Ah then I will break my lov'd crook , To thee I'll bequeath all my sheep , And die in the much ...
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... voice of my warbler no more fhall be heard ; Ah willow , & c . IX . Believe me , thou fair - one ; thou dear - one , believe , Ah willow , & c . Few fighs to thy lofs , and few tears will I give . Ah willow , & c . X. One fate to thy ...
... voice of my warbler no more fhall be heard ; Ah willow , & c . IX . Believe me , thou fair - one ; thou dear - one , believe , Ah willow , & c . Few fighs to thy lofs , and few tears will I give . Ah willow , & c . X. One fate to thy ...
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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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Страница 189 - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
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Страница 120 - And view the hero with insatiate eyes. ' In Haga's towers he waits, till eastern gales Propitious rise to swell the British sails. Hither the fame of England's monarch brings The vows and friendships of the neighb'ring kings; Mature in wisdom, his extensive mind Takes in the blended interests of mankind, The world's great patriot.
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Страница 200 - Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the showery bow.