The Works of the English Poets: Buckingham and LansdowneSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... thee leave Thy wretched matter kindly to deceive ; Oh , make me not poffeffor of her charms , Let me not find her languish in my arms ; Paft joys are now my fancy's mournful themes ; Make all my happy nights appear but dreams : Let not ...
... thee leave Thy wretched matter kindly to deceive ; Oh , make me not poffeffor of her charms , Let me not find her languish in my arms ; Paft joys are now my fancy's mournful themes ; Make all my happy nights appear but dreams : Let not ...
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... thee , more lively move ; And if their heads but any fubftance hold , Love ripens all that drofs into the purest gold . In heaven's great work thy part is such , That master - like thou giv'st the laft great touch . To heaven's own ...
... thee , more lively move ; And if their heads but any fubftance hold , Love ripens all that drofs into the purest gold . In heaven's great work thy part is such , That master - like thou giv'st the laft great touch . To heaven's own ...
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... thee While to a tyrant you by fate are ty'd , By love you tyrannize o'er all befide : Thofe eyes , though weeping , can no pity move ; Worthy our grief ! more worthy of our love ! You , while fo fair ( do fortune what she please ) ...
... thee While to a tyrant you by fate are ty'd , By love you tyrannize o'er all befide : Thofe eyes , though weeping , can no pity move ; Worthy our grief ! more worthy of our love ! You , while fo fair ( do fortune what she please ) ...
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... vain I ftrive to vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The sharpeft , fure , is love . D Yet Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly SON G. 33.
... vain I ftrive to vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The sharpeft , fure , is love . D Yet Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly SON G. 33.
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Samuel Johnson. Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly call ; Take heed , fair caufe of all my woe , What fate may thee befall . Ungrateful , cruel faults Suit not thy gentle fex ; Hereafter , how will guilty thoughts Thy tender ...
Samuel Johnson. Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly call ; Take heed , fair caufe of all my woe , What fate may thee befall . Ungrateful , cruel faults Suit not thy gentle fex ; Hereafter , how will guilty thoughts Thy tender ...
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Amadis ARCABON ARCALAUS arms beauty behold beſt bleffing bleft breaſt bright Brutus caufe cauſe charms CONSTANTIUS death deferve defire delight deſpair deſtroy difdain Effay ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatires fcorn fear fecret feem fenfe fhall fhining fhould fighs fight fince fing firft firſt flame flave foft fome fong foul fpirits ftill ftrong fuch fure fweet goddeſs gods grace grief happy heart heaven HENRY PURCELL himſelf honour immortal inſpires itſelf Jove joys juft juſt kings laft languiſhing laſt lefs loft lov'd Love's lover Marcus Brutus mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Myra nymph Oriana paffion pain paſt Peleus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe prefent rage raiſe reafon reft ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhine ſtars ſtate ſtill ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand trembling Vex'd whofe whoſe wife worfe wretched
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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.