Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... wing , my muse ! from shore to shore Where Virtue deigns to dwell ; If yet the treads on British ground , Where can the fugitive be found , In city , court , or cell ? II . Not there , where wine and frantic mirth Unite the fenfual fons ...
... wing , my muse ! from shore to shore Where Virtue deigns to dwell ; If yet the treads on British ground , Where can the fugitive be found , In city , court , or cell ? II . Not there , where wine and frantic mirth Unite the fenfual fons ...
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... wing , Gayly coquetting for an hour , To die , and ne'er be thought of more . Would you the bloom of youth should last ? ' Tis virtue that must bind it fast ; An easy carriage , wholly free From four referve , or levity ; Good - natur'd ...
... wing , Gayly coquetting for an hour , To die , and ne'er be thought of more . Would you the bloom of youth should last ? ' Tis virtue that must bind it fast ; An easy carriage , wholly free From four referve , or levity ; Good - natur'd ...
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... wing shall fan the fire . IN garret high ( as stories say ) A Poet fung his tuneful lay ; So foft , fo fmooth his verse , you'd swear Apollo , and the mufes there . Through all the town his praises rung , His fonnets at the playhouse ...
... wing shall fan the fire . IN garret high ( as stories say ) A Poet fung his tuneful lay ; So foft , fo fmooth his verse , you'd swear Apollo , and the mufes there . Through all the town his praises rung , His fonnets at the playhouse ...
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... wings not air . Read o'er thyfelf , thy talents fean , Science was only meant for man . No ufelefs authors me maleft , I mind the duties of my neft ; ) With careful wing protect my young , And chear their ev'nings with a fong . Thus ...
... wings not air . Read o'er thyfelf , thy talents fean , Science was only meant for man . No ufelefs authors me maleft , I mind the duties of my neft ; ) With careful wing protect my young , And chear their ev'nings with a fong . Thus ...
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... wing'd for change , Delights to fport , delights to range ; There , Liberty ! to thee is owing Whate'er of blifs is worth bestowing ; Delights , ftill vary'd , and divine , Sweet goddess of the hills ! are thine . What fay you now , you ...
... wing'd for change , Delights to fport , delights to range ; There , Liberty ! to thee is owing Whate'er of blifs is worth bestowing ; Delights , ftill vary'd , and divine , Sweet goddess of the hills ! are thine . What fay you now , you ...
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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.