The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 581790 |
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... wool'd fheep : for long - wool'd fheep . Defects of pastures , and their remedies . Of climates . The moisture of the English climate vindicated . Particular beauties of England Different kinds of English sheep : the two common forts of ...
... wool'd fheep : for long - wool'd fheep . Defects of pastures , and their remedies . Of climates . The moisture of the English climate vindicated . Particular beauties of England Different kinds of English sheep : the two common forts of ...
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... verdure boaft of trees and fhrubs alone , Shrubs aromatic , caufee wild , or thea , Nutmeg , or cinnamon , or fiery clove , Unapt to feed the fleece . The food of wool Is grafs or herbage foft , that ever blooms In Is 146 DYER'S POEM S.
... verdure boaft of trees and fhrubs alone , Shrubs aromatic , caufee wild , or thea , Nutmeg , or cinnamon , or fiery clove , Unapt to feed the fleece . The food of wool Is grafs or herbage foft , that ever blooms In Is 146 DYER'S POEM S.
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... wool .. But rather thefe , the feeble of thy flock , Banish before th ' autumnal months : ev'n age Forbear too much to favour ; oft renew , And through thy fold let joyous youth appear . Beware the feason of imperial love , Who through ...
... wool .. But rather thefe , the feeble of thy flock , Banish before th ' autumnal months : ev'n age Forbear too much to favour ; oft renew , And through thy fold let joyous youth appear . Beware the feason of imperial love , Who through ...
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... wool . Coolness and cleanliness to health conduce . To mend thy mounds , to trench , to clear , to foil Thy grateful fields , to medicate thy sheep , Hurdles to weave , and chearly shelters raise , Thy vacant hours require : and ever ...
... wool . Coolness and cleanliness to health conduce . To mend thy mounds , to trench , to clear , to foil Thy grateful fields , to medicate thy sheep , Hurdles to weave , and chearly shelters raise , Thy vacant hours require : and ever ...
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... wool . Diversity of wool in the fleece : skill in the afforting of it ; particularly among the Dutch . The ufes of each fort . Severe winters pernicious to the fleece ... wool wool of our island , peculiarly excellent , is the [ 164 ]
... wool . Diversity of wool in the fleece : skill in the afforting of it ; particularly among the Dutch . The ufes of each fort . Severe winters pernicious to the fleece ... wool wool of our island , peculiarly excellent , is the [ 164 ]
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Страница 24 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Страница 98 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Страница 35 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Страница 41 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Страница 87 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Страница 76 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Страница 114 - I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr sings. And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now. my joys run high.
Страница 112 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Страница 111 - Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, ' The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, queen of love...
Страница 56 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.