The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 11Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... lords we long had mourn'd , When he , our great Deliverer , return'd ; But thence the deluge of our tears did cease , The royal dove shew'd us fuch marks of peace : And when this land in blood he might have laid , Brought balfam for the ...
... lords we long had mourn'd , When he , our great Deliverer , return'd ; But thence the deluge of our tears did cease , The royal dove shew'd us fuch marks of peace : And when this land in blood he might have laid , Brought balfam for the ...
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... lords whose yoke we bore , And ferv'd fo base a bondage to before ; ! Yet ' twas our curse , that bleffings flow'd too fast , Or we had appetites too coarse to taste . Fond Ifraelites , our manna to refufe , And Egypt's loathfome fleth ...
... lords whose yoke we bore , And ferv'd fo base a bondage to before ; ! Yet ' twas our curse , that bleffings flow'd too fast , Or we had appetites too coarse to taste . Fond Ifraelites , our manna to refufe , And Egypt's loathfome fleth ...
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... lord , Whofe precious death falvation has restor❜d . 195 Here fpeak , my Mufe , what wonders thou didft find Worthy thy fong and his celeftial mind . Within this dome a fhining + chapel's rais'd , Too noble to be well defcrib'd or ...
... lord , Whofe precious death falvation has restor❜d . 195 Here fpeak , my Mufe , what wonders thou didft find Worthy thy fong and his celeftial mind . Within this dome a fhining + chapel's rais'd , Too noble to be well defcrib'd or ...
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... lord . But now ( alas ! ) in the fad grave he lies , 375 380 Yet fhall his praise for ever live , and laurels from it rife . And now furvey what ' s open to our view , 385 Bow down all heads , and pay devotion due , The temple by this ...
... lord . But now ( alas ! ) in the fad grave he lies , 375 380 Yet fhall his praise for ever live , and laurels from it rife . And now furvey what ' s open to our view , 385 Bow down all heads , and pay devotion due , The temple by this ...
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... Lord of Terrors bring . Through many fteady and well - manag'd years He'd arm'd his mind ' gainst all thofe little fears , Which common mortals want the power to hide , When their mean fouls and valued clay divide . He'd study'd well ...
... Lord of Terrors bring . Through many fteady and well - manag'd years He'd arm'd his mind ' gainst all thofe little fears , Which common mortals want the power to hide , When their mean fouls and valued clay divide . He'd study'd well ...
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Страница 151 - prove kind, And fill our empty brain ; Yet if rough Neptune rouze the wind, To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our fhips at fea, With a fa, &c.
Страница 152 - The Dutch would fcorn fo weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what refiftance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ! With a fa, .&c. * VI. Let wind and weather do its
Страница 151 - How hard it is to write ; The Mufes now, and Neptune too, We muft implore to write to you, With a fa, la, la, la, la. II.
Страница 153 - When any mournful tune you hear, That dies in every note ; As if it figh'd with each man's care, For being fo remote ; Think how often love we've
Страница 22 - By titles, which but few can boaft, A moft juft mafter, and a faithful friend ? One who never yet did wrong To high or low, to old or young ? Of him what orphan can complain ? Of him what widow make her moan? But fuch as wifh him here again, And mifs his goodnefs now
Страница 23 - With fpoils of viftory and glory fraught. To him then every heart was open, down From the great man to the clown : In him rejoic'd, to him inclin'd ; And as his health round the glad board did pafs, Each honeft fellow cry'd, Fill full my glafs; And fhew'd the fullnefs of his mind. No
Страница 44 - vain have prov'd the labours of the ftage, -*.-*- In ftriving to reclaim a vicious age ! Poets may write, the mifchief to impeach ; You care as little what the poets teach, As you regard at church what parfons preach. But where fuch follies and fuch vices reign, What honeft pen
Страница 46 - weary marches, fleeplefs nights, For this feeds hard, and lodges cold ; Which can't be bought with hills of gold. Since wealth and power too weak we find, To quell the tumults of the mind ; Or from the monarch's roofs of
Страница 21 - Ballads, and all the fpurious excefs Of ills that malice could devife, Or ever fwarm'd from a licentious prefs, Hung round about him like a fpell : And in his own hand too was writ, That worthy piece of modern wit, The country's late appeal. But from fuch ills when will our wretched
Страница 48 - of eager love, She coldly calls me friend. Ah, Sylvia ! thus in vain you ftrive To aft a healer's part, 'Twill keep but lingering pain alive, Alas ! and break my heart. When, on my lonely, penfive bed I lay me down to reft, In hope to calm my raging head, And cool my burning breaft. Her cruelty all