The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 371790 |
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... daily follies prove they ' re bit ? And , when the briny cure they try'd , Some part still kept above the tide ? Some men ( when drench'd beneath the wave ) High o'er their heads their fingers fave : Those hands by mean extortion thrive ...
... daily follies prove they ' re bit ? And , when the briny cure they try'd , Some part still kept above the tide ? Some men ( when drench'd beneath the wave ) High o'er their heads their fingers fave : Those hands by mean extortion thrive ...
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... daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry : Who can obferve the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the trustiest of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true , his faithful way , And in ...
... daily labours of the bee Awake my foul to industry : Who can obferve the careful ant , And not provide for future want ? My dog ( the trustiest of his kind ) With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true , his faithful way , And in ...
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... daily cant ? Did I , bafe wretch ! corrupt mankind ? The fault's in thy rapacious mind . Because my bleffings are abus'd , 25 30 35 Muft I be cenfur'd , curs'd , accus'd ? Ev'n Virtue's felf by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the ...
... daily cant ? Did I , bafe wretch ! corrupt mankind ? The fault's in thy rapacious mind . Because my bleffings are abus'd , 25 30 35 Muft I be cenfur'd , curs'd , accus'd ? Ev'n Virtue's felf by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the ...
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... daily war my youth inclin'd ; He train❜d me to heroic deed , Taught me to conquer , or to bleed . " " Curs'd Dog , the Bull reply'd , no more I wonder at thy thirst of gore ; For thou ( beneath a butcher train'd , · Whofe hands with ...
... daily war my youth inclin'd ; He train❜d me to heroic deed , Taught me to conquer , or to bleed . " " Curs'd Dog , the Bull reply'd , no more I wonder at thy thirst of gore ; For thou ( beneath a butcher train'd , · Whofe hands with ...
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... daily toil , From choaking weeds to rid the foil ? Why wake you to the morning's care ? Why with new arts correct the year ? Why grows the peach with crimfon hue ? . And why the plumb's inviting blue ? Were they to feaft his tafte ...
... daily toil , From choaking weeds to rid the foil ? Why wake you to the morning's care ? Why with new arts correct the year ? Why grows the peach with crimfon hue ? . And why the plumb's inviting blue ? Were they to feaft his tafte ...
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Afide againſt Alexis beauty befide beneath bofom breaſt cauſe CLEANTHES cloſe confefs court cries defcend deſpair difgrace DIONE Dione's diſguiſe dy'd e'er Evander eyes FABLE FABLE fafe faid falfe fame fate faultering fays fcorn fecret feek fhade fhall fhould fide fighs fight firſt flain flame flies fome fool forrows foul friendſhip ftand ftate ftill ftrength fuch fudden fwain fylvan Guife hand hate hath hear heart honeft honour hour houſe juſt knaves LAURA loft LYCIDAS maid Menalcas mind moſt muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion PARTHENIA plain pleaſure Plutus praiſe pride purſue race rais'd raiſe ravenous band reft reply'd rife rofe SCENE ſhake ſhall ſhare ſhe SHEPHERD ſhow ſkill ſome ſpeak ſtate ſteps tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tongue truſt Twas vex'd Whene'er whofe Whoſe wife wretch XXXVII
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