The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1868 - 254 стор. |
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... grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine , And every strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 ...
... grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine , And every strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 ...
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... grove , No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain . 5 Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the ...
... grove , No vivid colours paint the plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain . 5 Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the ...
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... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies . 2 Nor only through the wasted plain , Stern Winter ! is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . 3 Enlivening hope , and fond desire ...
... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies . 2 Nor only through the wasted plain , Stern Winter ! is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . 3 Enlivening hope , and fond desire ...
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... grove , the verdant hill ; Not all their charms , though all unite , Can touch my bosom with delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings ...
... grove , the verdant hill ; Not all their charms , though all unite , Can touch my bosom with delight . 2 Not all the gems on India's shore , Not all Peru's unbounded store , Not all the power , nor all the fame , That heroes , kings ...
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... grove , Hears , and keeps thy secrets , Love . Stella , thither let us stray Lightly o'er the dewy way ! Phoebus drives his burning car , Hence , my lovely Stella , far ; In his stead , the Queen of Night Round us pours a lambent light ...
... grove , Hears , and keeps thy secrets , Love . Stella , thither let us stray Lightly o'er the dewy way ! Phoebus drives his burning car , Hence , my lovely Stella , far ; In his stead , the Queen of Night Round us pours a lambent light ...
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Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend call'd charms CLAUDE PHILLIPS COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight Dr Johnson dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle glittering gold grace grave Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS GRAY THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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Сторінка 177 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
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Сторінка 164 - Windsor's heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Сторінка 167 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Сторінка 166 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Сторінка 202 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
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Сторінка 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.