The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 321790 |
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... She made a prince whene'er fhe made a slave . Love , under whose tyrannic power I groan , Shew'd me this beauty ere ' twas fully blown ; Her Her timorous charms , and her unpractis'd look , Their 14 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
... She made a prince whene'er fhe made a slave . Love , under whose tyrannic power I groan , Shew'd me this beauty ere ' twas fully blown ; Her Her timorous charms , and her unpractis'd look , Their 14 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
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... she had was from my heart : My eyes , with tears moistening her snowy arms , Render'd the tribute owing to her charms . But , as I fooneft of all mortals paid My vows , and to her beauty altars made ; So , among all thofe flaves that ...
... she had was from my heart : My eyes , with tears moistening her snowy arms , Render'd the tribute owing to her charms . But , as I fooneft of all mortals paid My vows , and to her beauty altars made ; So , among all thofe flaves that ...
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... She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my defpair . Both men and gods I charge now with my ...
... She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my defpair . Both men and gods I charge now with my ...
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... She reads her fate in my dejected face ; Then feels my torment , and neglects her own , While I am fenfible of hers alone ; Each does the other's burthen kindly bear , I fear her death , and she bewails my fear ; Though thus we suffer ...
... She reads her fate in my dejected face ; Then feels my torment , and neglects her own , While I am fenfible of hers alone ; Each does the other's burthen kindly bear , I fear her death , and she bewails my fear ; Though thus we suffer ...
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... She makes him conftant , and he makes her kind . New charms in vain a lover's faith would prove ; Hermits or bed - rid men they'll fooner move : The fair inveigler will but fadly find There's no fuch eunuch as a man in love . But when ...
... She makes him conftant , and he makes her kind . New charms in vain a lover's faith would prove ; Hermits or bed - rid men they'll fooner move : The fair inveigler will but fadly find There's no fuch eunuch as a man in love . But when ...
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Сторінка 255 - Pointing, the lovely moralist said : See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, See yonder, what a change is made. Ah me! the blooming pride of May, And that of beauty are but one: At morn both...
Сторінка 259 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Сторінка 217 - Full fifteen thousand lusty fellows, With fire and sword the fort maintain; Each was a Hercules, you tell us, Yet out they march'd like common men. Cannons above, and mines below, Did death and tombs for foes contrive; Yet matters have been order'd so, That most of us are still alive.
Сторінка 260 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Сторінка 60 - For oh ! your face has fuch peculiar charms, That who can hold from flying to your arms ! But what I ne'er can have without offence, May forne blefl maid poffefs with innocence.
Сторінка 190 - Gather all the fmiling hours ; Such as with friendly care have guarded Patriots and kings in rightful wars ; Such as with conqueft have rewarded Triumphant viftors' happy cares ; Such as ftory has recorded Sacred to Naflau's long renown, For countries fav'd, and battles won.
Сторінка 259 - Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy: More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.
Сторінка 173 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Сторінка 232 - But why should I stories of Athens rehearse, Where people knew love, and were partial to verse ; Since none can with justice my pleasures oppose, In Holland...
Сторінка 259 - Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies; but thou hast my heart.