The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 51804 |
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... proud ; With greatnefs , eafy , affable , and good : Others by guilty artifice , and arts Of promis'd kindness , practice on our hearts , With expectation blow the paffion up ; She fans the fire , without one gale of hope , Like the ...
... proud ; With greatnefs , eafy , affable , and good : Others by guilty artifice , and arts Of promis'd kindness , practice on our hearts , With expectation blow the paffion up ; She fans the fire , without one gale of hope , Like the ...
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... proud domes employ their boafted skill , To marble and to brafs , fuch features give , The metal and the ftone may feem to live ; Defcribe the stars , and planetary way , And trace the footfleps of eternal day : Be this , my Mufe , thy ...
... proud domes employ their boafted skill , To marble and to brafs , fuch features give , The metal and the ftone may feem to live ; Defcribe the stars , and planetary way , And trace the footfleps of eternal day : Be this , my Mufe , thy ...
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... proud ; By different ways they bring us equal pain , The falfe betray us , and the proud difdain . Scorn'd and abus'd , from mortal loves I fly , To feek more truth in my own native sky . Venus , the fairest of immortal loves , Bright ...
... proud ; By different ways they bring us equal pain , The falfe betray us , and the proud difdain . Scorn'd and abus'd , from mortal loves I fly , To feek more truth in my own native sky . Venus , the fairest of immortal loves , Bright ...
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... proud heart , and dies . HE ADIEU L'AMOUR . ERE end my chains , and thraldom ceafe , If not in joy , I'll live at leaft in peace ; Since for the pleasures of an hour , We must endure an age of pain , I'll be this abject thing no more ...
... proud heart , and dies . HE ADIEU L'AMOUR . ERE end my chains , and thraldom ceafe , If not in joy , I'll live at leaft in peace ; Since for the pleasures of an hour , We must endure an age of pain , I'll be this abject thing no more ...
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... proud to eafe my pain , I am too proud for disdain . your HER NAME . Whofe eyes have kindled fuch a flame ; GUESS , and I'll frankly own her name The Spartan or the Cyprian Queen Had ne'er been fung , had the been seen . Who fet the ...
... proud to eafe my pain , I am too proud for disdain . your HER NAME . Whofe eyes have kindled fuch a flame ; GUESS , and I'll frankly own her name The Spartan or the Cyprian Queen Had ne'er been fung , had the been seen . Who fet the ...
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arms beauty blefs bleft breaft bright caufe charms Dæmons Dean defcend defire delight dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame fate fatire fcene fcorn feas fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fide fight filks fing firft fkies flain flame flave fleep flies fmile foft fome fong foon foul fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftreams fuch fure fweet fwelling grace heart heaven honour ibid Jove juft king Lady laft lefs light loft Lord lyre mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er paffion pain Peleus plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage raiſe reft rife rofe ſcene ſhall ſhine ſkies ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand trembling Twas verfe vex'd virtue whofe wife wind worfe youth
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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.