Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I thought I heard fome hiffes . " Good God ! if Billy Mills , thought I , " Or Billy Havard would but try , " They'd beat him all to pieces . VII . " " Twas prudent though to drop his ...
... night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I thought I heard fome hiffes . " Good God ! if Billy Mills , thought I , " Or Billy Havard would but try , " They'd beat him all to pieces . VII . " " Twas prudent though to drop his ...
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... night growing late , She refted her wheel within Burlington gate . My lady rose up , as she saw her come in , " O ho , madam Genius ! pray where have you been ? " ( For her ladyship thought , from fo ferious an air , ' Twas Genius come ...
... night growing late , She refted her wheel within Burlington gate . My lady rose up , as she saw her come in , " O ho , madam Genius ! pray where have you been ? " ( For her ladyship thought , from fo ferious an air , ' Twas Genius come ...
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... night , with restless care , She fpun her web , and wove her fnare . Within the limits of her reign , Lay many a ... nights : What is to me your hoard of charms ? The whiteness of your neck and arms ? Needs there no acquifition more , To ...
... night , with restless care , She fpun her web , and wove her fnare . Within the limits of her reign , Lay many a ... nights : What is to me your hoard of charms ? The whiteness of your neck and arms ? Needs there no acquifition more , To ...
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... night he lay ; The fervants rofe at break of day ' ; The market calls . Along the road , His back must bear the pond'rous load ; In vain he struggles , or complains , Inceffant blows reward his pains . To - morrow varies but his toil ...
... night he lay ; The fervants rofe at break of day ' ; The market calls . Along the road , His back must bear the pond'rous load ; In vain he struggles , or complains , Inceffant blows reward his pains . To - morrow varies but his toil ...
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... night , Like him , to follow new delight . The youth , of many a conqueft vain , Flew off to feek the chirping train ; The chirping train he quickly found , And with a faucy ease , bow'd round . For every fhe his bofom burns , And this ...
... night , Like him , to follow new delight . The youth , of many a conqueft vain , Flew off to feek the chirping train ; The chirping train he quickly found , And with a faucy ease , bow'd round . For every fhe his bofom burns , And this ...
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Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ... Samuel Johnson Повний перегляд - 1800 |
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Сторінка 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Сторінка 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Сторінка 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Сторінка 278 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Сторінка 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Сторінка 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Сторінка 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Сторінка 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Сторінка 44 - 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.