The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 52Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... hope's career ; Warn'd by the languor of life's evening ray , At length have hous'd me in an humble shed ; Where , future wandering banish'd from my thought , And waiting , patient , the sweet hour of rest , VOL . III . B 5 10 I chace I ...
... hope's career ; Warn'd by the languor of life's evening ray , At length have hous'd me in an humble shed ; Where , future wandering banish'd from my thought , And waiting , patient , the sweet hour of rest , VOL . III . B 5 10 I chace I ...
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... hope ! it is too late ! Where , where , for fhelter , fhall the guilty fly , When confternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth role from chaos , nan from earth ; And an ...
... hope ! it is too late ! Where , where , for fhelter , fhall the guilty fly , When confternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth role from chaos , nan from earth ; And an ...
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... hope , and heaven ! Shall all , but man , look out with ardent eye , For that great day , which was ordain'd for man ? O day of confummation ! mark supreme ( If men are wife ) of human thought ! nor least , Or in the fight of angels ...
... hope , and heaven ! Shall all , but man , look out with ardent eye , For that great day , which was ordain'd for man ? O day of confummation ! mark supreme ( If men are wife ) of human thought ! nor least , Or in the fight of angels ...
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... hope , If what is hop'd he labours to fecure . 435 440 Ills ? -there are none : All - gracious ! nore from thee ; From man full many ! numerous is the race Of blackeft ills , and thofe immortal too , Begot by madnefs on fair liberty ...
... hope , If what is hop'd he labours to fecure . 435 440 Ills ? -there are none : All - gracious ! nore from thee ; From man full many ! numerous is the race Of blackeft ills , and thofe immortal too , Begot by madnefs on fair liberty ...
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... hope , For peace on earth , or prospect of the skies . 525 530 535 What then remains ? Much ! much ! a mighty debt To be discharg'd : these thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came , like lovers ' fecret fighs , While others ...
... hope , For peace on earth , or prospect of the skies . 525 530 535 What then remains ? Much ! much ! a mighty debt To be discharg'd : these thoughts , O Night ! are thine ; From thee they came , like lovers ' fecret fighs , While others ...
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Æther art thou beams beneath bleffing blifs boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's caufe cauſe Codrus courſe darkneſs death defcend diſtant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas fenfe fhall fhines fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul fpirits ftars ftill fublime fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juſt laſt lefs leſs Lorenzo man's mankind mighty mind moft moral moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſtrikes ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne Trade virtue Voltaire whofe wing wiſdom
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