The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 54Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... faid , amid this pealing rain , Benighted , lonesome , whither would'st thou stray ? Does wealth or power thy weary step constrain ? Reveal thy wish , and let me point the way . C 4 For For know I trod the trophy'd paths of power ; [ 23 ] ...
... faid , amid this pealing rain , Benighted , lonesome , whither would'st thou stray ? Does wealth or power thy weary step constrain ? Reveal thy wish , and let me point the way . C 4 For For know I trod the trophy'd paths of power ; [ 23 ] ...
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... faid I , nor power I feek , nor gain ; Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure ; A fimple youth , that feels a lover's pain , And , from his friend's condolance , hopes a cure . He , the dear youth , to whose abodes I roam , Nor ...
... faid I , nor power I feek , nor gain ; Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure ; A fimple youth , that feels a lover's pain , And , from his friend's condolance , hopes a cure . He , the dear youth , to whose abodes I roam , Nor ...
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... faid I , nor power I feek , nor gain ; Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure ; A fimple youth , that feels a lover's pain , And , from his friend's condolance , hopes a cure . He , the dear youth , to whofe abodes I roam , Nor ...
... faid I , nor power I feek , nor gain ; Nor urg'd by hope of fame these toils endure ; A fimple youth , that feels a lover's pain , And , from his friend's condolance , hopes a cure . He , the dear youth , to whofe abodes I roam , Nor ...
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... faid : " Hear me , dear youth ! oh hear an hapless maid , Sprung from the scepter'd line of ancient kings ! Scorn'd by the world , I ask thy tender aid ; Thy gentle voice fhall whifper kinder things . The world is frantic - fly the race ...
... faid : " Hear me , dear youth ! oh hear an hapless maid , Sprung from the scepter'd line of ancient kings ! Scorn'd by the world , I ask thy tender aid ; Thy gentle voice fhall whifper kinder things . The world is frantic - fly the race ...
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... faid ! my wonted care , By funny mountain , or by verdant shore ! May fome more happy hand your fold prepare , And may you need your Collin's crook no more ! And you , ye shepherds ! lead my gentle fheep ; To breezy hills , or leafy ...
... faid ! my wonted care , By funny mountain , or by verdant shore ! May fome more happy hand your fold prepare , And may you need your Collin's crook no more ! And you , ye shepherds ! lead my gentle fheep ; To breezy hills , or leafy ...
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Страница 219 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Страница 122 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Страница 121 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Страница 223 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Страница 121 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 121 - I priz'd every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are past, and I sigh ; And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
Страница 62 - Th'. habitual fcene of hill and dale, The rural herds, the vernal gale, The tangled vetch's purple bloom, The fragrance of the bean's perfume, Be theirs alone who cultivate the foil, And drink the cup of thirft, and eat the bread of toil But foon the pageant fades away ! 'Tis nature only bears perpetual fway.
Страница 88 - Each wayward paffion foon would tear His bofom, now fo void of care ; And, when they left his ebbing vein, What, but...
Страница 228 - And must be bought, though penury betide. The plumb all azure and the nut all brown, And here each season do those cakes abide, Whose honour'd names th* inventive city own, Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's praises known.
Страница 90 - The river gliding down the dale ! The hill with beeches crown'd ! But now, when urg'd by tender woes I fpeed to meet my dear, That hill and ftream my zeal oppofe, And check my fond career.