The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 681790 |
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... Some partial friend like me and you ; " But when it comes to prefs and print " You'll find , I fear , but little in't . " He ftands upon a dangerous brink " Who totters o'er the fea of ink , " Where reputation runs aground , The author ...
... Some partial friend like me and you ; " But when it comes to prefs and print " You'll find , I fear , but little in't . " He ftands upon a dangerous brink " Who totters o'er the fea of ink , " Where reputation runs aground , The author ...
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... Some Sprouts will branch , and ftraggle o'er ' em . Strive , fight against her how you will , Nature will be the mistress ftill , And though you curb with double rein , She'll run away with us again . But let a man of parts be wrong ...
... Some Sprouts will branch , and ftraggle o'er ' em . Strive , fight against her how you will , Nature will be the mistress ftill , And though you curb with double rein , She'll run away with us again . But let a man of parts be wrong ...
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... Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the copy , that it comes so near . Why lov'd he Wilks's ...
... Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the copy , that it comes so near . Why lov'd he Wilks's ...
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... Some o'er the tongue the labour'd measures roll Slow and delib'rate as the parting toll , Point ev'ry ftop , mark ev'ry pause so strong , Their words , like ftage - proceffions stalk along . All affectation but creates disgust , And e ...
... Some o'er the tongue the labour'd measures roll Slow and delib'rate as the parting toll , Point ev'ry ftop , mark ev'ry pause so strong , Their words , like ftage - proceffions stalk along . All affectation but creates disgust , And e ...
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... O quit the barren field , Which neither profit nor reward can yield ! What tho ' the sprightly scene , well acted , draws From unpack'd Englishmen unbrib'd applause , Some Some monthly Grub , fome Dennis of the age , 22 LLOYD'S POEMS .
... O quit the barren field , Which neither profit nor reward can yield ! What tho ' the sprightly scene , well acted , draws From unpack'd Englishmen unbrib'd applause , Some Some monthly Grub , fome Dennis of the age , 22 LLOYD'S POEMS .
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Страница 328 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 338 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 338 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 330 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and. to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown 'd not on his humble birth' And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Страница 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
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Страница 328 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
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