The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1868 - 254 стор. |
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... tell , where rival kings command , And dubious title shakes the madden'd land , When statutes glean the refuse of the sword , How much more safe the vassal than the lord : Low skulks the hind beneath the reach of power , And leaves the ...
... tell , where rival kings command , And dubious title shakes the madden'd land , When statutes glean the refuse of the sword , How much more safe the vassal than the lord : Low skulks the hind beneath the reach of power , And leaves the ...
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... tell what ills from beauty spring ; And Sedley cursed the form that pleased a king . Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes , Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise , Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the ...
... tell what ills from beauty spring ; And Sedley cursed the form that pleased a king . Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes , Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise , Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the ...
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... tell That never Briton can in vain excel : The slightest arts futurity shall trust , And rising ages hasten to be just . At length our mighty bard's victorious lays Fill the loud voice of universal praise ; And baffled Spite , with ...
... tell That never Briton can in vain excel : The slightest arts futurity shall trust , And rising ages hasten to be just . At length our mighty bard's victorious lays Fill the loud voice of universal praise ; And baffled Spite , with ...
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... Tell me , tell me , gentle dove ! Soft Anacreon's vows I bear , Vows to Myrtalè the fair ; Graced with all that charms the heart , Blushing nature , smiling art . Venus , courted by an ode , On the bard her dove bestow'd : Vested with a ...
... Tell me , tell me , gentle dove ! Soft Anacreon's vows I bear , Vows to Myrtalè the fair ; Graced with all that charms the heart , Blushing nature , smiling art . Venus , courted by an ode , On the bard her dove bestow'd : Vested with a ...
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... tell What is bliss , and which the way . 2 Thus I spoke , and speaking sigh'd , Scarce repress'd the starting tear , When the hoary sage replied , ' Come , my lad , and drink some beer . ' ONE AND TWENTY . 1 LONG - expected one - and ...
... tell What is bliss , and which the way . 2 Thus I spoke , and speaking sigh'd , Scarce repress'd the starting tear , When the hoary sage replied , ' Come , my lad , and drink some beer . ' ONE AND TWENTY . 1 LONG - expected one - and ...
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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 201 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 204 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
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.
Сторінка 31 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
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...
Сторінка 162 - Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Сторінка 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.