The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 321790 |
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... True to his prince , but not a flave of state . DRYDEN , Verses to Lord Rofcommon . How will fweet Ovid's ghost be pleas'd to hear His fame augmented by an English peer ? How he embellishes his Helen's love , Outdoes in foftnefs , and ...
... True to his prince , but not a flave of state . DRYDEN , Verses to Lord Rofcommon . How will fweet Ovid's ghost be pleas'd to hear His fame augmented by an English peer ? How he embellishes his Helen's love , Outdoes in foftnefs , and ...
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... true . But fince to me it seems a blacker fate To be inconftant , than unfortunate ; Remember all thofe vows between us past , When I from all I value parted last ; May you alike with kind impatience burn , And fomething mifs , till I ...
... true . But fince to me it seems a blacker fate To be inconftant , than unfortunate ; Remember all thofe vows between us past , When I from all I value parted last ; May you alike with kind impatience burn , And fomething mifs , till I ...
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English poets. ' Tis true , they fondly fet their hearts On things of no delight ; To pafs all day for men of parts , They pafs alone the night . But Celia never breaks their reft ; Such fervants fhe difdains ; And fo the fops are dully ...
English poets. ' Tis true , they fondly fet their hearts On things of no delight ; To pafs all day for men of parts , They pafs alone the night . But Celia never breaks their reft ; Such fervants fhe difdains ; And fo the fops are dully ...
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... Here all my doubts and troubles end , One tender word my foul affures ; Nor am I vain , fince I depend Not on my own defert , but yours . THE THE CONVERT . DEJECTED , as true converts die , 40 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
... Here all my doubts and troubles end , One tender word my foul affures ; Nor am I vain , fince I depend Not on my own defert , but yours . THE THE CONVERT . DEJECTED , as true converts die , 40 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
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English poets. THE CONVERT . DEJECTED , as true converts die , But yet with fervent thoughts inflam'd , So , fairest ! at your feet I lie , Of all my fex's faults asham'd . Too long , alas ! have I abus'd Love's innocent and facred flame ...
English poets. THE CONVERT . DEJECTED , as true converts die , But yet with fervent thoughts inflam'd , So , fairest ! at your feet I lie , Of all my fex's faults asham'd . Too long , alas ! have I abus'd Love's innocent and facred flame ...
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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.