The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 16J. Johnson, 1810 - 526 страници |
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... Sweet William ..... 68 II . The Lass with the golden Locks III . On my Wife's Birth - day . 69 ib . 75 ib . ib . ib . ib . 76 ib . ib . ib . 77 ib . På gå ÅÅ Å FÅ 28 IV . The Decision V. The talkative Fair VI . The silent Fair .... ib ...
... Sweet William ..... 68 II . The Lass with the golden Locks III . On my Wife's Birth - day . 69 ib . 75 ib . ib . ib . ib . 76 ib . ib . ib . 77 ib . På gå ÅÅ Å FÅ 28 IV . The Decision V. The talkative Fair VI . The silent Fair .... ib ...
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... sweet insensibility ! Sister of peace and indolence , Bring , Muse , bring numbers soft and slow , Elaborately void of sense , And sweetly thoughtless let them flow , Near some cowslip - painted mead , There let me doze out the dull ...
... sweet insensibility ! Sister of peace and indolence , Bring , Muse , bring numbers soft and slow , Elaborately void of sense , And sweetly thoughtless let them flow , Near some cowslip - painted mead , There let me doze out the dull ...
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... Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound ; Tho ' darkness shou'd invest the skies , New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes , And bless all nature round . Let but those lips their sweets disclose , And rich perfumes exhale , We shall not ...
... Sweet Nancy's voice shall soothe the sound ; Tho ' darkness shou'd invest the skies , New day shall beam from Nancy's eyes , And bless all nature round . Let but those lips their sweets disclose , And rich perfumes exhale , We shall not ...
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... Sweet Society the bride ; Last Honesty , full seemly drest In her cleanly home - spun vest . The abbey bells in wak'ning rounds The warning peal have giv'n ; And pious Gratitude resounds Her morning hymn to Heav'n . All nature wakes ...
... Sweet Society the bride ; Last Honesty , full seemly drest In her cleanly home - spun vest . The abbey bells in wak'ning rounds The warning peal have giv'n ; And pious Gratitude resounds Her morning hymn to Heav'n . All nature wakes ...
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... sweet suspense Are held , and listen into sense . In Fenhurst's plains when Waller , sick with love , Has found some silent solitary grove , Where the vague Moon - beams pour a silver flood Of trem❜lous light athwart th ' unshaven wood ...
... sweet suspense Are held , and listen into sense . In Fenhurst's plains when Waller , sick with love , Has found some silent solitary grove , Where the vague Moon - beams pour a silver flood Of trem❜lous light athwart th ' unshaven wood ...
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Страница 448 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
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Страница 448 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Страница 444 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Страница 66 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...