The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 641790 |
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... tell me , is your foul intire ? Does Wisdom calmly hold her throne ? Then can you question each defire , Bid this remain , and that begone ? No tear half - starting from your eye ? No kindling blush you know not why ? No stealing figh ...
... tell me , is your foul intire ? Does Wisdom calmly hold her throne ? Then can you question each defire , Bid this remain , and that begone ? No tear half - starting from your eye ? No kindling blush you know not why ? No stealing figh ...
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... tell me , Phædria , tell me why , When fummoning your pride you try To meet her looks with cool neglect , Or cross her walk with flight refpect , ( For fo is falfehood best repaid ) Whence do your cheeks indignant glow ? Why is your ...
... tell me , Phædria , tell me why , When fummoning your pride you try To meet her looks with cool neglect , Or cross her walk with flight refpect , ( For fo is falfehood best repaid ) Whence do your cheeks indignant glow ? Why is your ...
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... tell me , fage divine , Is it an offence to own ' That our bofoms e'er incline Toward immortal glory's throne ? For with me nor pomp , nor pleasure , Bourbon's might , Braganza's treasure , * Verulam gave one of his titles to Francis ...
... tell me , fage divine , Is it an offence to own ' That our bofoms e'er incline Toward immortal glory's throne ? For with me nor pomp , nor pleasure , Bourbon's might , Braganza's treasure , * Verulam gave one of his titles to Francis ...
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... ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the fweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While BOOK THE FIRST . ODE XVIII . 57.
... ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the fweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While BOOK THE FIRST . ODE XVIII . 57.
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... tell The deeds of Athens and the Perfian fhame : Hence on thy head their impious vengeance fell . But thou , O faithful to thy fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise ...
... tell The deeds of Athens and the Perfian fhame : Hence on thy head their impious vengeance fell . But thou , O faithful to thy fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise ...
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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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