The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 41Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... sweet repose , Where fields , and shades , and the refreshing clime , 25 Infpire the fylvan fong , and prompt my rhyme . My Muse shall rove through flowery meads and plains , And deck with Rural Sports her native strains , And the fame ...
... sweet repose , Where fields , and shades , and the refreshing clime , 25 Infpire the fylvan fong , and prompt my rhyme . My Muse shall rove through flowery meads and plains , And deck with Rural Sports her native strains , And the fame ...
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... I cast , And e'en at noon the sweets of evening taste . Here I perufe the Mantuan's Georgic strains , And learn the labours of Italian fwains ; B 2 65 In en In every page I fee new landfcapes rife , And RURAL SPORTS . CANTO I. 3.
... I cast , And e'en at noon the sweets of evening taste . Here I perufe the Mantuan's Georgic strains , And learn the labours of Italian fwains ; B 2 65 In en In every page I fee new landfcapes rife , And RURAL SPORTS . CANTO I. 3.
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... Sweet contemplation elevates my fenfe , While I furvey the works of Providence . O could the Mufe in loftier strains rehearse The glorious Author of the universe , Who reins the winds , gives the vaft ocean bounds , And circumfcribes ...
... Sweet contemplation elevates my fenfe , While I furvey the works of Providence . O could the Mufe in loftier strains rehearse The glorious Author of the universe , Who reins the winds , gives the vaft ocean bounds , And circumfcribes ...
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... sweets from every field afcend , And the wild woods with golden apples bend . Yet let me in fome odorous fhade repofe , Whilft in my verse the fair palmetto grows : Like the tall pine it fhoots its stately head ; From the broad top ...
... sweets from every field afcend , And the wild woods with golden apples bend . Yet let me in fome odorous fhade repofe , Whilft in my verse the fair palmetto grows : Like the tall pine it fhoots its stately head ; From the broad top ...
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... tam'd the favage ground , And pregnant fields with golden harvefts crown'd ; Flora with bloomy sweets enrich'd the year ; ad fruitful Autumn is Pomona's care . I first I first taught woman to fubdue mankind , And all 48 GAY'S POEMS .
... tam'd the favage ground , And pregnant fields with golden harvefts crown'd ; Flora with bloomy sweets enrich'd the year ; ad fruitful Autumn is Pomona's care . I first I first taught woman to fubdue mankind , And all 48 GAY'S POEMS .
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