The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 46Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... mother's wing . 160 Swains on the coaft the far - fam'd fish descry , That gives the fleecy robe the Tyrian dye ; While fhells , a scatter'd ornament bestow , The tinctur'd rivals of the showery bow . Yon limeless fands , loose ...
... mother's wing . 160 Swains on the coaft the far - fam'd fish descry , That gives the fleecy robe the Tyrian dye ; While fhells , a scatter'd ornament bestow , The tinctur'd rivals of the showery bow . Yon limeless fands , loose ...
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... mother's wing . 160 Swains on the coaft the far - fam'd fish descry , That gives the fleecy robe the Tyrian dye ; While fhells , a scatter'd ornament bestow , The tinctur'd rivals of the fhowery bow . Yon limeless fands , loose ...
... mother's wing . 160 Swains on the coaft the far - fam'd fish descry , That gives the fleecy robe the Tyrian dye ; While fhells , a scatter'd ornament bestow , The tinctur'd rivals of the fhowery bow . Yon limeless fands , loose ...
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... mother's fame ; Or caft obfcure ; the child of want and fhame ! Falfe pride ! What vices on our condu & steal , From the world's eye one frailty to conceal ! Ye cruel mothers ! -Soft ! thofe words command ; So near fall cruelty , and mother ...
... mother's fame ; Or caft obfcure ; the child of want and fhame ! Falfe pride ! What vices on our condu & steal , From the world's eye one frailty to conceal ! Ye cruel mothers ! -Soft ! thofe words command ; So near fall cruelty , and mother ...
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... mind engage , Malice the mother of vindictive rage . No - from his life his foes might learn to live ; He held it ftill a triumph to forgive . 555 At At length Ambition urg'd his country's wea !, Affuming the THE WANDERER , CANTO V. 73.
... mind engage , Malice the mother of vindictive rage . No - from his life his foes might learn to live ; He held it ftill a triumph to forgive . 555 At At length Ambition urg'd his country's wea !, Affuming the THE WANDERER , CANTO V. 73.
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... , if I had not been capable of forgiving a Mother , I must have blushed to receive pardon myself at the hands of my Sovereign . Neither , Neither , to say the truth , were the manner [ 82 ] Preface to the Bastard Preface to the Baftard.
... , if I had not been capable of forgiving a Mother , I must have blushed to receive pardon myself at the hands of my Sovereign . Neither , Neither , to say the truth , were the manner [ 82 ] Preface to the Bastard Preface to the Baftard.
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Page 68 - Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late; Young and unthoughtful then, who knows one day What ripening virtues might have made their way!
Page 68 - He might have fav'd fome worth, now doom'd to fall ; And I, perchance, in him, have murder'd all. O fate of late Repentance ! always vain : Thy remedies but lull undying pain. Where...
Page 82 - Two Fathers join'd to rob my Claim of one ! My Mother too thought fit to have no Son ! The Senate next...
Page 29 - Can its foot sharpen, like the vulture's claw? Can the fond goat, or tender fleecy dam, Howl, like the wolf, to tear the kid, or lamb? Yes, there are mothers...
Page 66 - tis to you My thanks for such distinguish'd claims are due ; You, unenslav'd to Nature's narrow laws, Warm championess for freedom's sacred cause, From all the dry devoirs of blood and line, . From ties maternal, moral and divine, Discharg'd my grasping soul ; push'd me from shore, And launch'd me into life without an oar.
Page 70 - Her fmile more cheerful than a vernal morn, All life ! all bloom ! of Youth and Fancy born. Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her fubmit ! She looks her Sire, and fpeaks her Mother's wit. O'er the gay world the fweet infpirer reigns . Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp fuftains.
Page 39 - Whence, beam'd from sapphires, living azure plays; The liquid floor, in-wrought with pearls divine, Where all his labours in...
Page 172 - Boast petty courts, whence rules new rigour draw, Unknown to Nature's and to statute-law ; Quirks that explain all saving rights away, To give th' attorney and the catchpoll prey.
Page 6 - Induftry is all with Beauty crown'd ! He, He alone, explores the Mine for Gain, Hues the hard Rock, or harrows up the Plain ; He forms the Sword to...
Page 56 - He deem'd it godlike to have power to blefs : Thus, when unguarded, treafon ftain'd him o'er; And virtue and content were then no more. But when to death by rigorous...