Poems, Volum 1J. Johnson, 1798 |
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Side 18
... last , Unless sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and ...
... last , Unless sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and ...
Side 21
... last pours down upon their coaft A long defpis'd , but now victorious , hoft ; Tyranny fends the chain that muft abridge The noble sweep of all their privilege ; Gives liberty the laft , the mortal shock ; Slips the flave's collar on ...
... last pours down upon their coaft A long defpis'd , but now victorious , hoft ; Tyranny fends the chain that muft abridge The noble sweep of all their privilege ; Gives liberty the laft , the mortal shock ; Slips the flave's collar on ...
Side 25
... last . Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main , Then fhow far off their fhining plumes again . A. Is genius only found in epic lays ? Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic pow'rs your own at once , Or ...
... last . Thus lovely halcyons dive into the main , Then fhow far off their fhining plumes again . A. Is genius only found in epic lays ? Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic pow'rs your own at once , Or ...
Side 32
... last flimfy thread , Satire has long fince done his beft ; and curst And loathsome ribaldry has done his worft ; Fancy has sported all her pow'rs away In tales , in trifles , and in children's play ; And ' tis the fad complaint , and ...
... last flimfy thread , Satire has long fince done his beft ; and curst And loathsome ribaldry has done his worft ; Fancy has sported all her pow'rs away In tales , in trifles , and in children's play ; And ' tis the fad complaint , and ...
Side 40
... last , What atheists call him - a defigning knave , A mere church juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh , laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest , A caffock'd huntsman and a fiddling priest ! He from Italian songsters takes his cue : Set ...
... last , What atheists call him - a defigning knave , A mere church juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh , laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest , A caffock'd huntsman and a fiddling priest ! He from Italian songsters takes his cue : Set ...
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Side 311 - The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Side 263 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 205 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Side 313 - Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.
Side 77 - Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Side 272 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Side 173 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Side 313 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 280 - Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far...
Side 311 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.