The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 51804 |
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... night ! How calm the evening ! And the day how bright ! From hence , as from a hill , I view below The crowded world , a mighty wood in fhow , Where feveral wanderers travel day and night , By different paths , and none are in the right ...
... night ! How calm the evening ! And the day how bright ! From hence , as from a hill , I view below The crowded world , a mighty wood in fhow , Where feveral wanderers travel day and night , By different paths , and none are in the right ...
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... nights in tears , A victim to ingrateful love . The happy ftill untimely end , Death flies from grief , or why should ... night , bright emprefs of the stars , The friend of love , affitt a lover's cares ; And thou , infernal Hecate , be ...
... nights in tears , A victim to ingrateful love . The happy ftill untimely end , Death flies from grief , or why should ... night , bright emprefs of the stars , The friend of love , affitt a lover's cares ; And thou , infernal Hecate , be ...
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... night . I THE VISION . N lonely walks , diftracted by defpair , Shunning mankind , and torn with killing care , My eyes o'erflowing , and my frantic mind Rack'd with wild thoughts , fwelling with fighs the wind ; Through paths untrodden ...
... night . I THE VISION . N lonely walks , diftracted by defpair , Shunning mankind , and torn with killing care , My eyes o'erflowing , and my frantic mind Rack'd with wild thoughts , fwelling with fighs the wind ; Through paths untrodden ...
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... night ; What has the there ? A furly ill - bred lord , Who chides , and fnaps her up at every word ; A brutal fot , who while fhe holds his head , With drunken filth bedawbs the nuptial bed ; Sick to the heart , fhe breathes the ...
... night ; What has the there ? A furly ill - bred lord , Who chides , and fnaps her up at every word ; A brutal fot , who while fhe holds his head , With drunken filth bedawbs the nuptial bed ; Sick to the heart , fhe breathes the ...
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... night , But keep that odious object — from my fight . Enter ARCALAUS . ARCALAUS . With her laft words , the fign'd his dying breath , Convey him ftraight to tortures , and to death . AMADIS . Let me not perish with a traitor's name ...
... night , But keep that odious object — from my fight . Enter ARCALAUS . ARCALAUS . With her laft words , the fign'd his dying breath , Convey him ftraight to tortures , and to death . AMADIS . Let me not perish with a traitor's name ...
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Страница 415 - In Pope I cannot read a line But, with a sigh, I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit.
Страница 417 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week ; and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Страница 417 - Must undergo the common fate; His kind of wit is out of date. Some country squire to Lintot goes, Inquires for "Swift in Verse and Prose." Says Lintot, "I have heard the name; He died a year ago."— "The same.
Страница 285 - I'll do my best Then presently he falls to tease: 60 'You may for certain, if you please; I doubt not, if his Lordship knew And Mr Dean, one word from you...
Страница 419 - Vow'd on the Dean his rage to vent, And make him of his zeal repent : But Heaven his innocence defends, The grateful people stand his friends ; Not strains of law, nor judges...
Страница 416 - And had the Dean, in all the nation, No worthy friend, no poor relation ? So ready to do strangers good, Forgetting his own flesh and blood...
Страница 501 - Know God — and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow : Then every grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.
Страница 417 - I'm sorry; but we all must die. Indifference clad in Wisdom's Guise, All Fortitude of Mind supplies: For how can stony Bowels melt, In those who never Pity felt; When We are lash'd, They kiss the Rod; Resigning to the Will of God.
Страница 235 - Far be the guilt of home-shed blood, from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the- pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me ! through Pity's eye condemn'd to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate ; Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late; Young and unthoughtful then, who knows one day What ripening virtues might have made their way!
Страница 502 - Is more than hospitably good. Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep.