The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volum 71804 |
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Side 8
... never was inclin'd to drink , Or fuffer hands like his to daub her , or Encourage men to kiss and slobber her ; She'd have folks know fhe did not love it , Or if fhe did , fhe was above it . But this , she said , was fworn of course ...
... never was inclin'd to drink , Or fuffer hands like his to daub her , or Encourage men to kiss and slobber her ; She'd have folks know fhe did not love it , Or if fhe did , fhe was above it . But this , she said , was fworn of course ...
Side 10
... never known to prate . The Kite rofe up . His honeft heart In virtue's fuff'rings bore a part . That there were birds of prey he knew ; So far the libeller faid true ; Voracious , told , to rapine prone , " Who knew no int'reft but ...
... never known to prate . The Kite rofe up . His honeft heart In virtue's fuff'rings bore a part . That there were birds of prey he knew ; So far the libeller faid true ; Voracious , told , to rapine prone , " Who knew no int'reft but ...
Side 11
... never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other infects , that I fee , The frugal ant , industrious bee , Or filk - worm , with contempt I view ; With all that low , mechanic crew , Who fervilely their lives employ In ...
... never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other infects , that I fee , The frugal ant , industrious bee , Or filk - worm , with contempt I view ; With all that low , mechanic crew , Who fervilely their lives employ In ...
Side 13
... never knew , Your ill - judg'd aid will you impart , And spol by meretricious art ? Or had you , nature's error , come Abortive from the mother's womb , Your forming care she still rejects , Which only heightens her defects . When fuch ...
... never knew , Your ill - judg'd aid will you impart , And spol by meretricious art ? Or had you , nature's error , come Abortive from the mother's womb , Your forming care she still rejects , Which only heightens her defects . When fuch ...
Side 15
... never free , All must be blind , because you fee . Survey the gardens , fields , and bow'rs , The buds , the bloffoms , and the flow'rs , Then tell me where the woodbine grows , That vies in sweetness with the rofe ? Or where the lily's ...
... never free , All must be blind , because you fee . Survey the gardens , fields , and bow'rs , The buds , the bloffoms , and the flow'rs , Then tell me where the woodbine grows , That vies in sweetness with the rofe ? Or where the lily's ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 278 - 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 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
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...
Side 60 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Side 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 278 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Side 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Side 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...