The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 641790 |
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... strains ! For long ago did nature frame Your feafons and your arts the fame , Your pleasures and your pains . V. Like thee , in lowly , fylvan scenes , On river - banks and flowery greens My Mufe delighted plays ; Nor through the defart ...
... strains ! For long ago did nature frame Your feafons and your arts the fame , Your pleasures and your pains . V. Like thee , in lowly , fylvan scenes , On river - banks and flowery greens My Mufe delighted plays ; Nor through the defart ...
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... ear with many an airy strain . II . 3 . And thou , my faithful harp , no longer mourn Thy drooping mafter's inaufpicious hand : Now Now brighter skies and fresher gales return , Now fairer BOOK THE FIRST . ODE VIII . 27.
... ear with many an airy strain . II . 3 . And thou , my faithful harp , no longer mourn Thy drooping mafter's inaufpicious hand : Now Now brighter skies and fresher gales return , Now fairer BOOK THE FIRST . ODE VIII . 27.
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... strain ; And generous William be rever'd , Nor one untimely accent heard Of James or his ignoble reign . V. Then , while the Gafcon's fragrant wine With modeft cups our joy fupplies , We'll truly thank the power divine Who bade the ...
... strain ; And generous William be rever'd , Nor one untimely accent heard Of James or his ignoble reign . V. Then , while the Gafcon's fragrant wine With modeft cups our joy fupplies , We'll truly thank the power divine Who bade the ...
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... strain To every pleasure , every pain , Which mortal tribes were born to prove ; And ftrait our paffions rife or falt , As at the wind's imperious call The ocean fwells , the billows move . III . 3 . When midnight liftens o'er the ...
... strain To every pleasure , every pain , Which mortal tribes were born to prove ; And ftrait our paffions rife or falt , As at the wind's imperious call The ocean fwells , the billows move . III . 3 . When midnight liftens o'er the ...
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... mortal sounds . III . So may the bridegroom's genial strain Thee ftill invoke to shine : So may the bride's unmarried train To To Hymen chaunt their flattering vow , Still that his So AKEN SIDE'S POEM S. : To the Evening Star,
... mortal sounds . III . So may the bridegroom's genial strain Thee ftill invoke to shine : So may the bride's unmarried train To To Hymen chaunt their flattering vow , Still that his So AKEN SIDE'S POEM S. : To the Evening Star,
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Amalthea arms Bards Behold beneath bids bleft blissful bands bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe CERINTHUS charms Corycian Damon defire Delia delight divine doft Dryads Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret fhade fhall fhame filent fing fire firft firſt flame flave flowers fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftands ftate ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fweet glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour infpire Latium loft LXIV lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Naiads nobler Nymphs o'er paffions pain Pentheus Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rais'd raiſe reafon reft rifing ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhrine ſky ſpeaks ſpread ſtate ſtill ſway tender Tethys thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toils treaſure virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
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