The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 41Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... let future poets fing , Who terror bears upon his foaring wing : Let them on high the frighted hern furvey , And lofty numbers paint their airy fray . Nor Nor fhall the mountain lark the Mufe detain , That RURAL 13 SPORTS . CANTO II .
... let future poets fing , Who terror bears upon his foaring wing : Let them on high the frighted hern furvey , And lofty numbers paint their airy fray . Nor Nor fhall the mountain lark the Mufe detain , That RURAL 13 SPORTS . CANTO II .
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... paint , the fading bloom repairs . 425 If love's foft paffion in her bofom reign , An equal paffion warms her happy fwain ; No homebred jars her quiet ftate control , Nor watchful jealousy torments her foul ; With fecret joy the fees ...
... paint , the fading bloom repairs . 425 If love's foft paffion in her bofom reign , An equal paffion warms her happy fwain ; No homebred jars her quiet ftate control , Nor watchful jealousy torments her foul ; With fecret joy the fees ...
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... paints th ' enamel'd ground with various flowers ; Deep in the gloomy glade a grotto bends , Wide through the craggy rock an arch extends , The rugged ftone is cloath'd with mantling vines , And round the cave the creeping woodbine ...
... paints th ' enamel'd ground with various flowers ; Deep in the gloomy glade a grotto bends , Wide through the craggy rock an arch extends , The rugged ftone is cloath'd with mantling vines , And round the cave the creeping woodbine ...
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... paint , a flattering glass , and black - lead combs . 139 The toilfome hours in different labour flide , Some work the file , and fome the graver guide ; From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds , And their rais'd arms defcend in ...
... paint , a flattering glass , and black - lead combs . 139 The toilfome hours in different labour flide , Some work the file , and fome the graver guide ; From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds , And their rais'd arms defcend in ...
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... Paint Dido there amidst her last distress , Pale cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound ; Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her ...
... Paint Dido there amidst her last distress , Pale cheeks and blood - fhot eyes her grief exprefs : Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd ; And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound ; Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her ...
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