The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 321790 |
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... move ; And fickness triumphs in the throne of love . The fever every moment more prevails , Its rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And ...
... move ; And fickness triumphs in the throne of love . The fever every moment more prevails , Its rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And ...
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... move , To found aloud the praise of Love : That gentle , yet refiftless heat , Which raises men to all things good and great : While other paffions of the mind To low brutality debase mankind , By love we are above ourselves refin'd ...
... move , To found aloud the praise of Love : That gentle , yet refiftless heat , Which raises men to all things good and great : While other paffions of the mind To low brutality debase mankind , By love we are above ourselves refin'd ...
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... move ; But wild , impetuous youth is tam'd by nothing lefs than love . Of men too rough for peace , too rude for arts , Love's power can penetrate the hardest hearts ; And through the clofeft pores a paffage find , Like that of light ...
... move ; But wild , impetuous youth is tam'd by nothing lefs than love . Of men too rough for peace , too rude for arts , Love's power can penetrate the hardest hearts ; And through the clofeft pores a paffage find , Like that of light ...
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... move ; And if their heads but any fubftance hold , Love ripens all that dross into the purest gold . In heaven's great work thy part is such , That mafter - like thou giv'ft the last great touch To heaven's own mafter - piece of man ...
... move ; And if their heads but any fubftance hold , Love ripens all that dross into the purest gold . In heaven's great work thy part is such , That mafter - like thou giv'ft the last great touch To heaven's own mafter - piece of man ...
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... move ; Worthy our grief ! more worthy of our love ! You , while fo fair ( do Fortune what she please ) Can be no more in pain than we at ease ; Unless , unfatisfied with all our vows , Your vain ambition fo unbounded grows , That you ...
... move ; Worthy our grief ! more worthy of our love ! You , while fo fair ( do Fortune what she please ) Can be no more in pain than we at ease ; Unless , unfatisfied with all our vows , Your vain ambition fo unbounded grows , That you ...
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againſt arms azure band beauty Belgia beſt blefs bleft breaſt bright cauſe ceaſe charms Cloe Cupid dear death defire delight eaſe ev'n eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fave fear fenfe fhall fhew fhining fighs fight fince fing firſt flame fmiling foes fome fong foon forrow foul friendſhip ftand ftill fubject fuch fure greateſt grief happy heart Heaven hero himſelf honour itſelf Jove juft juſt king laft laſt Latium lefs loft maſter's mighty mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Namur ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent rage raiſe reaſon reft reſt rifing ſaid Sambre ſee ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe Venus verſe vex'd virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife William's wiſh worſe wretched youth
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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.