Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... whose . That great improvements , of late days , Were made , to many an author's praife , Who , not fo fcrupulously nice , Proclaim'd the person with the vice ; Or gave , where vices might be wanted , The name , and took the reft for ...
... whose . That great improvements , of late days , Were made , to many an author's praife , Who , not fo fcrupulously nice , Proclaim'd the person with the vice ; Or gave , where vices might be wanted , The name , and took the reft for ...
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... Whose wisdom lies in looks , not words ; " Blund'rers , who level in the dark , " And always fhoot befide the mark . " He names not me ; but these are hints , Which manifeft at whom he fquints ; I were indeed that blund'ring fowl , To ...
... Whose wisdom lies in looks , not words ; " Blund'rers , who level in the dark , " And always fhoot befide the mark . " He names not me ; but these are hints , Which manifeft at whom he fquints ; I were indeed that blund'ring fowl , To ...
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... whose cheeks disclose The lily , and the blushing rofe , From public view her charms will screen , And rarely in the crowd be seen ; This fimple truth fhall keep her wife , " The fairest fruits attract the flies . " ONE night , a Glow ...
... whose cheeks disclose The lily , and the blushing rofe , From public view her charms will screen , And rarely in the crowd be seen ; This fimple truth fhall keep her wife , " The fairest fruits attract the flies . " ONE night , a Glow ...
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... Whose claws deftroy the pilf'ring mouse ? Who drives the vermin from the house ? Or , watchful for the lab'ring fwain , From lurking rats fecures the grain ? From hence , if he rewards beftow , Why fhould your heart with gall o'erflow ...
... Whose claws deftroy the pilf'ring mouse ? Who drives the vermin from the house ? Or , watchful for the lab'ring fwain , From lurking rats fecures the grain ? From hence , if he rewards beftow , Why fhould your heart with gall o'erflow ...
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... Whose flame , perpetual , as refin'd , Is fed by an immortal mind . Nor yet the nuptial sanction ends , Like Nile it opens , and descends , Which , by apparent windings led , We trace to its celeftial head . The fire , first springing ...
... Whose flame , perpetual , as refin'd , Is fed by an immortal mind . Nor yet the nuptial sanction ends , Like Nile it opens , and descends , Which , by apparent windings led , We trace to its celeftial head . The fire , first springing ...
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Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ... Samuel Johnson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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Side 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Side 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Side 278 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Side 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Side 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Side 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Side 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Side 44 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.