Poems, Том 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... kind from the author , and gave him the SOFA for a fubject . He obeyed ; and , having much leifure , connected another subject with it ; and , pursuing the train of thought to which his fituation and turn of mind led him , brought forth ...
... kind from the author , and gave him the SOFA for a fubject . He obeyed ; and , having much leifure , connected another subject with it ; and , pursuing the train of thought to which his fituation and turn of mind led him , brought forth ...
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... , where violence prevails , And ftrength is lord of all ; but gentle , kind , By culture tam'd , by liberty refresh'd , And all her fruits by radiant truth matur'd . War and the chafe engrofs the favage whole ; War BOOK I. 27 THE SOFA .
... , where violence prevails , And ftrength is lord of all ; but gentle , kind , By culture tam'd , by liberty refresh'd , And all her fruits by radiant truth matur'd . War and the chafe engrofs the favage whole ; War BOOK I. 27 THE SOFA .
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... kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confefs , In arts like your's . I cannot call the fwift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyse the air , nor catch The ...
... kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confefs , In arts like your's . I cannot call the fwift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyse the air , nor catch The ...
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... kind to the poor brutes We perfecute , annihilate the tribes That draw the sportsman over hill and dale , Fearless , and rapt away from all his cares ; Should never game - fowl hatch her eggs again , Nor baited hook deceive the fish's ...
... kind to the poor brutes We perfecute , annihilate the tribes That draw the sportsman over hill and dale , Fearless , and rapt away from all his cares ; Should never game - fowl hatch her eggs again , Nor baited hook deceive the fish's ...
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... kind offices , ( and who Would spare , that loves them , offices like these ? ) Well they reward the toil . The fight is pleas'd , The scent regal'd , each odorif'rous leaf , Each op'ning bloffom , freely breathes abroad Its gratitude ...
... kind offices , ( and who Would spare , that loves them , offices like these ? ) Well they reward the toil . The fight is pleas'd , The scent regal'd , each odorif'rous leaf , Each op'ning bloffom , freely breathes abroad Its gratitude ...
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