The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 41Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Some against hoftile drones the hive defend ; Others with fweets the waxen cells diftend ; Each in the toil his deftin'd office bears , And in the little bulk a mighty foul appears . Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day , And ...
... Some against hoftile drones the hive defend ; Others with fweets the waxen cells diftend ; Each in the toil his deftin'd office bears , And in the little bulk a mighty foul appears . Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day , And ...
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... Some with joint force whirl round the ftony wheel , Where streams the fparkling fire from temper'd fteel ; Some point their arrows with the nicest skill , And with the warlike ftore their quivers fill . A different toil another forge ...
... Some with joint force whirl round the ftony wheel , Where streams the fparkling fire from temper'd fteel ; Some point their arrows with the nicest skill , And with the warlike ftore their quivers fill . A different toil another forge ...
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... Some work the file , and fome the graver guide ; From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds , And their rais'd arms defcend in tuneful founds . Thus when Semiramis , in ancient days , Bade Babylon her mighty bulwarks raife , A fwarm of ...
... Some work the file , and fome the graver guide ; From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds , And their rais'd arms defcend in tuneful founds . Thus when Semiramis , in ancient days , Bade Babylon her mighty bulwarks raife , A fwarm of ...
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... Some flit their arrows with the nicest art , And into sticks convert the fhiver'd dart ; The breathing bellows wake the fleeping fire , Blow off the cinders , and the sparks aspire ; Their arrow's point they foften in the flame , And ...
... Some flit their arrows with the nicest art , And into sticks convert the fhiver'd dart ; The breathing bellows wake the fleeping fire , Blow off the cinders , and the sparks aspire ; Their arrow's point they foften in the flame , And ...
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... Some with their treffes ftopt the gushing blood ; They strive to stay the fleeting life too late , And in the pious action share their fate . Now the proud dame , o'ercome by trembling fear , With her wide robe protects her only care ...
... Some with their treffes ftopt the gushing blood ; They strive to stay the fleeting life too late , And in the pious action share their fate . Now the proud dame , o'ercome by trembling fear , With her wide robe protects her only care ...
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