The Works of the English Poets: Buckingham and LansdowneSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... must confefs ; but who can anfwer for me , and for " the rest of the poets who heard me read the poem , " whether we should not have been better pleased to have " feen our own names at the bottom of the title - page › " Perhaps we ...
... must confefs ; but who can anfwer for me , and for " the rest of the poets who heard me read the poem , " whether we should not have been better pleased to have " feen our own names at the bottom of the title - page › " Perhaps we ...
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... must one day stain thy hand ! O thou , who every eye that fees the light Closeft for ever in the fhades of night ! Goddefs , attend , and hearken to my grief , To which thy power alone can give relief . Alas ! I afk not to defer my fate ...
... must one day stain thy hand ! O thou , who every eye that fees the light Closeft for ever in the fhades of night ! Goddefs , attend , and hearken to my grief , To which thy power alone can give relief . Alas ! I afk not to defer my fate ...
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... must yet more perplex my mind , To love her truly , I muft feem unkind : So unconcern'd a face my forrow wears , I must reftrain unruly floods of tears . My eyes and tongue put on diffembling forms , I fhew a calmness in the midst of ...
... must yet more perplex my mind , To love her truly , I muft feem unkind : So unconcern'd a face my forrow wears , I must reftrain unruly floods of tears . My eyes and tongue put on diffembling forms , I fhew a calmness in the midst of ...
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... must thy mistress lofe , and I my Nature gives o'er the ftrife ; --- life . I die ; but , dying thine , the fates may prove Their conqueft over me , but not my love : Thy memory , my glory , and my pain , In fpite of death itself shall ...
... must thy mistress lofe , and I my Nature gives o'er the ftrife ; --- life . I die ; but , dying thine , the fates may prove Their conqueft over me , but not my love : Thy memory , my glory , and my pain , In fpite of death itself shall ...
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... must too justly prize What yet the dull poffeffor does despise . Thus precious jewels among Indians grow , Who nor their ufe , nor wondrous value know ; But we for those bright treasures tempt the main , And hazard life for what the ...
... must too justly prize What yet the dull poffeffor does despise . Thus precious jewels among Indians grow , Who nor their ufe , nor wondrous value know ; But we for those bright treasures tempt the main , And hazard life for what the ...
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Страница 4 - Your essay of poetry, which was published without a name, and of which I was not honoured with the confidence, I read over and over with much delight, and as much instruction : and, without flattering you, or making myself more moral than I am, not without some envy. I was loth to be informed how an epic poem should be written, or how a tragedy should be contrived and managed, in better verse, and with more judgment, than I could teach others.