The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... AND HEAVEN .. HAST thou not feen , impatient boy ? Haft thou not read the folemn truth , That grey experience writes for giddy youth On every mortal joy ? Pleasure CO -EX th Pleasure must be dash'd with pain : 44 POE M S. WATTS'S.
... AND HEAVEN .. HAST thou not feen , impatient boy ? Haft thou not read the folemn truth , That grey experience writes for giddy youth On every mortal joy ? Pleasure CO -EX th Pleasure must be dash'd with pain : 44 POE M S. WATTS'S.
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... pain : And yet , with heedlefs hafte , The thirsty boy repeats the taste , Nor hearkens to defpair , but tries the bowl again . The rills of pleasure never run fincere : ( Earth has no unpolluted spring ) From the curs'd foil some ...
... pain : And yet , with heedlefs hafte , The thirsty boy repeats the taste , Nor hearkens to defpair , but tries the bowl again . The rills of pleasure never run fincere : ( Earth has no unpolluted spring ) From the curs'd foil some ...
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... pain . My chearful foul now all the day Sits waiting here and fings ; Looks through the ruins of her clay , And practifes her wings . Faith almoft changes into fight , While from afar she spies , Her fair inheritance , in light Above ...
... pain . My chearful foul now all the day Sits waiting here and fings ; Looks through the ruins of her clay , And practifes her wings . Faith almoft changes into fight , While from afar she spies , Her fair inheritance , in light Above ...
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... And feek in vain to die . The gafp of your expiring breath Configns your fouls to chains , By the laft agonies of death , Sent down to fiercer pains . F Ye Ye ftand upon a dreadful steep , And all beneath LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 65.
... And feek in vain to die . The gafp of your expiring breath Configns your fouls to chains , By the laft agonies of death , Sent down to fiercer pains . F Ye Ye ftand upon a dreadful steep , And all beneath LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 65.
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... pain , And death , that never fpares . What will ye do when light departs , And leaves your withering eyes , Without one beam to chear your From the fuperior skies ? hearts , How will you meet God's frowning brow , Or ftand before his ...
... pain , And death , that never fpares . What will ye do when light departs , And leaves your withering eyes , Without one beam to chear your From the fuperior skies ? hearts , How will you meet God's frowning brow , Or ftand before his ...
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