The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 71804 |
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... Truth , A bufy , prating , forward youth , He rally'd all his strength anew , And at the foe a Letter threw : His weakest part the weapon found , And brought him fenfelefs to the ground . Hence Oppofition fled the field , And Ignorance ...
... Truth , A bufy , prating , forward youth , He rally'd all his strength anew , And at the foe a Letter threw : His weakest part the weapon found , And brought him fenfelefs to the ground . Hence Oppofition fled the field , And Ignorance ...
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Great Britain. The writings of a Patriot - Youth , And fummon Innocence and Truth To prop your cause ? Was this for You ? -- But Juftice does your crimes purfue ; And fentence now alone remains , Which thus , by Me , the court ordains ...
Great Britain. The writings of a Patriot - Youth , And fummon Innocence and Truth To prop your cause ? Was this for You ? -- But Juftice does your crimes purfue ; And fentence now alone remains , Which thus , by Me , the court ordains ...
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... truth fhe did aver , Whatever hap betided Her ; Only that Mrs. P. fhe faid , Mifs Y. and her deluded maid , And lady Mary , and his reverence , Were folks to whom the paid fome deference ; And that the verily believ'd They were not ...
... truth fhe did aver , Whatever hap betided Her ; Only that Mrs. P. fhe faid , Mifs Y. and her deluded maid , And lady Mary , and his reverence , Were folks to whom the paid fome deference ; And that the verily believ'd They were not ...
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... truth is hateful to her ear , A rudeness , which he cannot bear . forbear ; A rudeness ? Yes . I speak my thoughts ; For truth upbraids her with her faults . How wretched , Cloe , then am I , Who love you , and yet cannot lie ! And ...
... truth is hateful to her ear , A rudeness , which he cannot bear . forbear ; A rudeness ? Yes . I speak my thoughts ; For truth upbraids her with her faults . How wretched , Cloe , then am I , Who love you , and yet cannot lie ! And ...
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... truth fhall keep her wife , " The fairest fruits attract the flies . " ONE night , a Glow - worm , proud and vain , Contemplating her glitt'ring train , Cry'd , Sure there never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other ...
... truth fhall keep her wife , " The fairest fruits attract the flies . " ONE night , a Glow - worm , proud and vain , Contemplating her glitt'ring train , Cry'd , Sure there never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
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