The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 14J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... fools , by Fate design'd Oft to disturb , and oft divert , mankind , The reading coxcomb is of special note , By ... fool ! But is there then no honour due to age ? No reverence to great Shakspeare's noble page ? And he , who half a life ...
... fools , by Fate design'd Oft to disturb , and oft divert , mankind , The reading coxcomb is of special note , By ... fool ! But is there then no honour due to age ? No reverence to great Shakspeare's noble page ? And he , who half a life ...
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... fool , ignorant , idiot , and the like critical compellations , which he plentifully bestows on him . But , though he had no taste in poetry , he was otherwise a man of very considerable abilities , and of great erudition . Men , so ...
... fool , ignorant , idiot , and the like critical compellations , which he plentifully bestows on him . But , though he had no taste in poetry , he was otherwise a man of very considerable abilities , and of great erudition . Men , so ...
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... fools , Who dare demur to former rules ; Who laugh profanely at their betters , And find no freedom plac'd in fetters ; But , well or ill , jog on through life Without that sovereign bliss , a wife . Leave these at least , these sad ...
... fools , Who dare demur to former rules ; Who laugh profanely at their betters , And find no freedom plac'd in fetters ; But , well or ill , jog on through life Without that sovereign bliss , a wife . Leave these at least , these sad ...
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... fool Snap up this lamb , to shear her wool ; No Teague of that unblushing band , Just landed , or about to land ; Thieves from the womb , and train'd at nurse To steal an heiress or a purse . No scraping , saving , saucy cit , Sworn foe ...
... fool Snap up this lamb , to shear her wool ; No Teague of that unblushing band , Just landed , or about to land ; Thieves from the womb , and train'd at nurse To steal an heiress or a purse . No scraping , saving , saucy cit , Sworn foe ...
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... Fools ! who of God as of each other deem : Who his invariable acts deduce From sudden counsels transient as their own ; Nor further of his bounty , than the event Which haply meets their loud and eager prayer , Acknowledge ; nor ...
... Fools ! who of God as of each other deem : Who his invariable acts deduce From sudden counsels transient as their own ; Nor further of his bounty , than the event Which haply meets their loud and eager prayer , Acknowledge ; nor ...
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Page 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Page 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Page 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...