The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 151790 |
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Page 123 - Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Page 83 - Immodest words admit of no defence ; For want of decency is want of sense.
Page 177 - Twas far from any path, but where the Earth Was bare, and naked all as at her birth, When by the Word it first was made, Ere God had said, Let grass, and herds, and every green thing grow, With fruitful trees after their kind, and it was so.
Page 82 - By chaste instruction of her tender years. The first impression in her infant breast Will be the deepest, and should be the best Let not austerity breed servile fear, No wanton sound offend her virgin ear.
Page 178 - My parents not obfcure, nor high in titles were, They left me heir to no difgrace. My father was (a thing now rare) Loyal and brave, my mother chafte and fair : The pledge of marriage-vows was only I ; Alone I liv'd their much-lov'd fondled boy...
Page 174 - THE ENCHANTMENT I DID but look and love awhile, 'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now I have no power. To sigh and wish is all my ease; Sighs which do heat impart Enough to melt the coldest ice, Yet cannot warm your heart. O would your pity give my heart One corner of your breast, 'Twould learn of yours the winning art, And quickly steal the rest.
Page 198 - With fpoils of viftory and glory fraught. To him then every heart was open, down From the great man to the clown: In him rejoic'd, to him inclin'd ; And as his health round the glad board did pafs, Each honeft fellow cry'd, Fill full my glafs ; And fhew'd the fullnefs of his mind.
Page 18 - Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can it then be mine? The present moment's all my lot; And that, as fast as it is got, Phillis, is only thine.
Page 120 - What horror will invade the mind, When the strict Judge, who would be kind...
Page 46 - Then old Age, and Experience, hand in hand, Lead him to Death, and make him understand, After a search so painful, and so long, That all his Life he has been in the wrong.