The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 56Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... flowers was crown'd , " By none but her my brows with ivy bound : " The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , " The world , alas ! like Damon , was deceiv'd . " When laft I faw her , and declar'd my fire " In words as foft as ...
... flowers was crown'd , " By none but her my brows with ivy bound : " The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , " The world , alas ! like Damon , was deceiv'd . " When laft I faw her , and declar'd my fire " In words as foft as ...
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... flower of every sweet they drain : " See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep , " The fhelter'd herds on flowery couches fleep : " Nor bees , nor herds , are half fo bleft as I , " If with my fond defires my love comply ; " From ...
... flower of every sweet they drain : " See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep , " The fhelter'd herds on flowery couches fleep : " Nor bees , nor herds , are half fo bleft as I , " If with my fond defires my love comply ; " From ...
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... flower , « And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour ! « Ah wretched fwain , could no examples move “ Thy heedlefs heart to fhun the rage of love ? “ Haft thou not heard how poor * Menalcas died “ A victim to Parthenia's fatal ...
... flower , « And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour ! « Ah wretched fwain , could no examples move “ Thy heedlefs heart to fhun the rage of love ? “ Haft thou not heard how poor * Menalcas died “ A victim to Parthenia's fatal ...
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... flowers transplanted to a cokder fky : • Loft is the dear delight of giving pain , “ The tyrant joy of hearing llaves complain . « In stụpiđ indolence my life is spent , “ Supinely calm , and dully innocent : « Unbleft I wear my useless ...
... flowers transplanted to a cokder fky : • Loft is the dear delight of giving pain , “ The tyrant joy of hearing llaves complain . « In stụpiđ indolence my life is spent , “ Supinely calm , and dully innocent : « Unbleft I wear my useless ...
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... flower , " And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour ! →→ " Ah wretched fwain , could no examples move 66 Thy heedlefs heart to fhun the rage of love ? “ Haft thou not heard how poor * Menalcas died " A victim to Parthenia's ...
... flower , " And hungry wolves their helpless flocks devour ! →→ " Ah wretched fwain , could no examples move 66 Thy heedlefs heart to fhun the rage of love ? “ Haft thou not heard how poor * Menalcas died " A victim to Parthenia's ...
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Страница 288 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 288 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 288 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 288 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 288 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 292 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around; Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrantpower, And coward vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh, Albion! next thy seaencircled coast.
Страница 60 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
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Страница 288 - Rich with the fpoils of Time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.