The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 681790 |
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... half a line . These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , wrap their barren fancies in , Το And make a claffic Harlequin . - -Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish ...
... half a line . These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , wrap their barren fancies in , Το And make a claffic Harlequin . - -Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish ...
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... half becomes the Actor's fhare , Relentless death untwifts the mingled fame , And finks the player in the poet's name . The pliant muscles of the various face , The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The tuneful voice ...
... half becomes the Actor's fhare , Relentless death untwifts the mingled fame , And finks the player in the poet's name . The pliant muscles of the various face , The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The tuneful voice ...
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... half - form'd thing , a Temple - Beau ? Obferve him daily faunt'ring up and down , In purple flippers , and in filken gown ; Last night's debauch , his morning conversation ; The coming , all his evening preparation . By Law let others ...
... half - form'd thing , a Temple - Beau ? Obferve him daily faunt'ring up and down , In purple flippers , and in filken gown ; Last night's debauch , his morning conversation ; The coming , all his evening preparation . By Law let others ...
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... half a mile , How all the country seems to fmile ! And as they flowly jog together , The Cit commends the road and weather ; While Madam doats upon the trees , And longs for ev'ry house she fees , Admires its views , its fituation , And ...
... half a mile , How all the country seems to fmile ! And as they flowly jog together , The Cit commends the road and weather ; While Madam doats upon the trees , And longs for ev'ry house she fees , Admires its views , its fituation , And ...
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... half a furlong from the road : And fo convenient does it lay , The stages pafs it ev'ry day ; And then fo fnug , fo mighty pretty , To have an house so near the city ! Take but your places at the Boar You're fet down at the very door ...
... half a furlong from the road : And fo convenient does it lay , The stages pafs it ev'ry day ; And then fo fnug , fo mighty pretty , To have an house so near the city ! Take but your places at the Boar You're fet down at the very door ...
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APOLLO Bard beſt blefs bleft bluſh breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame dear Delos dreft dull e'en e'er eafy eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fancy fenfe fhall fhew fide fimple fing firſt flame fmile fober foes folks fome fong fons fools foul ftand ftill ftrikes ftrong fuch fure genius grace hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius juft juſt king ladies laſt Latona LXVIII lyre meaſure mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue rage raiſe reſt rhime rhyme rife ſcene ſchool ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtand ſtate tafte taſte thee themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand throne uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe wife wiſh wond'rous wou'd write
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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.
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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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