The Works of the English Poets, Volume 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... thine , th ' angelic quire ' In joyous concert tune the golden lyre ; Viewing , with pitying eyes , our cares with thee , They wifely own , that “ All is Vanity ; " Ev'n all the joys which mortal minds can know , And find Ardelia's ...
... thine , th ' angelic quire ' In joyous concert tune the golden lyre ; Viewing , with pitying eyes , our cares with thee , They wifely own , that “ All is Vanity ; " Ev'n all the joys which mortal minds can know , And find Ardelia's ...
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... thine . And you , my companions fo dear , Who forrow to fee me betray'd , Whatever I fuffer , forbear , Forbear to accufe the falfe maid . Though through the wide world I should range , ' Tis in vain from my fortune to fly , ' Twas hers ...
... thine . And you , my companions fo dear , Who forrow to fee me betray'd , Whatever I fuffer , forbear , Forbear to accufe the falfe maid . Though through the wide world I should range , ' Tis in vain from my fortune to fly , ' Twas hers ...
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... fit and weep : Then mourn the fad fate that you gave , In fonnets fo fmooth and divine ; Perhaps , I may rife from my grave , To hear fuch foft mufic as thine . t VI . Of the violet , daisy , and VI . Of 54 ROWE'S POEM S.
... fit and weep : Then mourn the fad fate that you gave , In fonnets fo fmooth and divine ; Perhaps , I may rife from my grave , To hear fuch foft mufic as thine . t VI . Of the violet , daisy , and VI . Of 54 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... thine ; There let thy Julian Star an emblem shine ; His mind , and her imperial feat are mine . Then bind his brow , ye Thefpian maids , he said : The willing Mufes the command obey'd , And wove the deathlefs laurel for his head . 1 ...
... thine ; There let thy Julian Star an emblem shine ; His mind , and her imperial feat are mine . Then bind his brow , ye Thefpian maids , he said : The willing Mufes the command obey'd , And wove the deathlefs laurel for his head . 1 ...
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... thine alone pursue , In arts unpractis'd and unus'd to range ; I charge thee be by his example true , And fhun thy fex's inclination , change . V. When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait , And tender thoughts in sweeteft words ...
... thine alone pursue , In arts unpractis'd and unus'd to range ; I charge thee be by his example true , And fhun thy fex's inclination , change . V. When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait , And tender thoughts in sweeteft words ...
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Ah willow Albion's arms Atreus Atrides beneath blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh brow Cæfar's cauſe charms crown diftant divine doft dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fam'd fame fate fatire fceptre fcorn fear feas fecret fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firft firſt fix'd flain fleep fmiling foes fome fong footh foul ftand ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fwell fword Gaul goddeſs gods grace hand heart heaven hecatomb hero himſelf Iliad Jove juſt kings lefs lyre maid monarch mortal Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er Nereids numbers nymph o'er paffion peace pleaſure praiſe pride prieſt race rage raiſe reign rife riſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand verſe whofe whoſe youth
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Page 187 - Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
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Page 189 - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Page 124 - O'er his paternal hills of snow, And into these tremendous speeches Broke forth the prophet without breeches.
Page 206 - The Sun's meridian rays Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze : Nor moon nor star in Heaven's blue arch is seen With kindly rays to silver o'er the green, Grateful to fairy eyes ; they secret take Their rest, and only wretched mortals wake.
Page 120 - And view the hero with insatiate eyes. ' In Haga's towers he waits, till eastern gales Propitious rise to swell the British sails. Hither the fame of England's monarch brings The vows and friendships of the neighb'ring kings; Mature in wisdom, his extensive mind Takes in the blended interests of mankind, The world's great patriot.
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Page 200 - Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the showery bow.