The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... ( If aught , but joy , can touch etherial breasts With shame ! with grief ! to see their feeble fons Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , 100 For 710 For which their wisdom plann'd , their councils glow'd THOMSON'S POEMS .
... ( If aught , but joy , can touch etherial breasts With shame ! with grief ! to see their feeble fons Shrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , 100 For 710 For which their wisdom plann'd , their councils glow'd THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... ( If aught , but joy , can touch etherial breasts With shame ! with grief ! to see their feeble fons hrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , For For which their wisdom plann'd , their councils glow'd , 4 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... ( If aught , but joy , can touch etherial breasts With shame ! with grief ! to see their feeble fons hrink from that empire o'er the conquer'd feas , For For which their wisdom plann'd , their councils glow'd , 4 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... breast . Induc'd at last , by fcarce - perceiv'd degrees , Sapping the government , And life , a total diffolution comes ; Sloth , ignorance , dejection , flattery , fear . Oppreffion raging o'er the wafte he makes ; The human being ...
... breast . Induc'd at last , by fcarce - perceiv'd degrees , Sapping the government , And life , a total diffolution comes ; Sloth , ignorance , dejection , flattery , fear . Oppreffion raging o'er the wafte he makes ; The human being ...
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... And where my jealous unfubmitting foul , The dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if fuch the miferable fate 295 300 305 310 315 320 Of an heroic race , the masters once Of human PAKT I. LIBERTY .
... And where my jealous unfubmitting foul , The dread of tyrants ! burns in every breast : Learn hence , if fuch the miferable fate 295 300 305 310 315 320 Of an heroic race , the masters once Of human PAKT I. LIBERTY .
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... breast ; " And ancient arts he emulous revolves : " His pride to let the smiling heart abroad ; " 6 375 Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal the man ; " To please his pleafure ; bounty his delight ; " And all the foul of Titus ...
... breast ; " And ancient arts he emulous revolves : " His pride to let the smiling heart abroad ; " 6 375 Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal the man ; " To please his pleafure ; bounty his delight ; " And all the foul of Titus ...
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