The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 641790 |
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... crown With luckier omens bind your hair . VIII . O juft efcap'd the faithlefs main , Though driven unwilling on the land ; To guide your favour'd steps again , Behold your better genius ftand : Where Truth revolves her page divine ...
... crown With luckier omens bind your hair . VIII . O juft efcap'd the faithlefs main , Though driven unwilling on the land ; To guide your favour'd steps again , Behold your better genius ftand : Where Truth revolves her page divine ...
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... crown'd , With fongs from thee their walks refound ; And morn with welcome luftre fhines , And evening unperceiv'd declines . Is there a youth , whofe anxious heart Labours with love's unpitied fmart ? Though now he stray by rills and ...
... crown'd , With fongs from thee their walks refound ; And morn with welcome luftre fhines , And evening unperceiv'd declines . Is there a youth , whofe anxious heart Labours with love's unpitied fmart ? Though now he stray by rills and ...
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... crown'd , Yet wider fhall his rule be found , More lafting his award . V. Lycurgus fashion'd Sparta's fame , And Pompey to the Roman name Gave universal sway : Where are they ? -Homer's reverend Holds empire to the thirtieth age , And ...
... crown'd , Yet wider fhall his rule be found , More lafting his award . V. Lycurgus fashion'd Sparta's fame , And Pompey to the Roman name Gave universal sway : Where are they ? -Homer's reverend Holds empire to the thirtieth age , And ...
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... crowns : The learn'd reclufe , with awful zeal who read Of Grecian heroes , Roman patriots dead , Now with like awe doth living merit fcan :. While he , whom virtue in his blest retreat Bade focial eafe and public paffions meet ...
... crowns : The learn'd reclufe , with awful zeal who read Of Grecian heroes , Roman patriots dead , Now with like awe doth living merit fcan :. While he , whom virtue in his blest retreat Bade focial eafe and public paffions meet ...
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... crown : -Fill , to the demigod's renown From whom thou haft that thou art free . VII . Then , Drake , ( for wherefore should we part The public and the private weal ? ) In vows to her who fways thy heart , Fair health , glad fortune ...
... crown : -Fill , to the demigod's renown From whom thou haft that thou art free . VII . Then , Drake , ( for wherefore should we part The public and the private weal ? ) In vows to her who fways thy heart , Fair health , glad fortune ...
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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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