The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 56Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Some gods perhaps my just revenge will aid . * Alas ! what aid , fond swain , wouldi thou receive ? “ Could thy heart bear to see its Delia grieve ? « Protect her , heaven ! and let her never know “ The slightest part of hapless Damon's ...
... Some gods perhaps my just revenge will aid . * Alas ! what aid , fond swain , wouldi thou receive ? “ Could thy heart bear to see its Delia grieve ? « Protect her , heaven ! and let her never know “ The slightest part of hapless Damon's ...
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... some pew pleasure every hour employ : ** But let her Damon be her highest joy ! “ With thec , my love , for ever will I stay , • All night caress thee , and admire all day ; " In the same field our mingled flocks we ' ll feed , “ To the ...
... some pew pleasure every hour employ : ** But let her Damon be her highest joy ! “ With thec , my love , for ever will I stay , • All night caress thee , and admire all day ; " In the same field our mingled flocks we ' ll feed , “ To the ...
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... Some gods perhaps my just revenge will aid . Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , wouldst thou receive ? " Could thy heart bear to see its Delia grieve ? Protect her , heaven ! and let her never know " The flighteft part of hapless Damon's ...
... Some gods perhaps my just revenge will aid . Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , wouldst thou receive ? " Could thy heart bear to see its Delia grieve ? Protect her , heaven ! and let her never know " The flighteft part of hapless Damon's ...
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... Some beauteous image , well imprinted there , * Can beft defend them from confuming care . In vain to groves and gardens we retirę , And Nature in her rural works admire ; Though grateful thefe , yet thefe but faintly charm ; They may ...
... Some beauteous image , well imprinted there , * Can beft defend them from confuming care . In vain to groves and gardens we retirę , And Nature in her rural works admire ; Though grateful thefe , yet thefe but faintly charm ; They may ...
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... Some merit ' s mine , to dare to be fincere ; But greater yours , fincerity to bear . Hard is the fortune that your fex attends ; Women , like princes , find few real friends : All who approach them their own ends purfue ; Lovers and ...
... Some merit ' s mine , to dare to be fincere ; But greater yours , fincerity to bear . Hard is the fortune that your fex attends ; Women , like princes , find few real friends : All who approach them their own ends purfue ; Lovers and ...
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Side 288 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 288 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 288 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 288 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 288 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 288 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 292 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around; Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrantpower, And coward vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh, Albion! next thy seaencircled coast.
Side 60 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Side 295 - Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.
Side 288 - Rich with the fpoils of Time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.