The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 49Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle twines . Inglorious droops the laurel , dead to fong , And long a franger to the hero's brow . 165 170 Nor Nor half thy triumph this : caft , from brute 22 THOMSON'S POEMS ..
... gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle twines . Inglorious droops the laurel , dead to fong , And long a franger to the hero's brow . 165 170 Nor Nor half thy triumph this : caft , from brute 22 THOMSON'S POEMS ..
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... tender ftate , I taught an equal fway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm o'erfpread The father - fenate met . There Juftice dealt , With reason then and equity the fame , Free Nor as the common ...
... tender ftate , I taught an equal fway . Few were offences , properties , and laws . Beneath the rural portal , palm o'erfpread The father - fenate met . There Juftice dealt , With reason then and equity the fame , Free Nor as the common ...
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... tender mother urg'd her fon to die . Of fofter genius , but not lefs intent To feize the palm of empire , Athens rose . Where , with bright marbles big and future Hymettus fpread , amid the scented sky . His thymy treasures to the ...
... tender mother urg'd her fon to die . Of fofter genius , but not lefs intent To feize the palm of empire , Athens rose . Where , with bright marbles big and future Hymettus fpread , amid the scented sky . His thymy treasures to the ...
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. With tender floods , and loos'd the general voice To cries refounding loud - The fea ! the fea ! 205 In Attic bounds hence heroes , fages , wits , Shone thick as stars , the milky ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. With tender floods , and loos'd the general voice To cries refounding loud - The fea ! the fea ! 205 In Attic bounds hence heroes , fages , wits , Shone thick as stars , the milky ...
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... tender fyftem , took Whatever fhares the brotherhood of life : He taught that life's indiffoluble flame , From brute to man , and man to brute again , For ever shifting , runs th ' eternal round ; Thence try'd against the blood ...
... tender fyftem , took Whatever fhares the brotherhood of life : He taught that life's indiffoluble flame , From brute to man , and man to brute again , For ever shifting , runs th ' eternal round ; Thence try'd against the blood ...
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Page 218 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 237 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 235 - And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair...
Page 230 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Page 280 - 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.
Page 235 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Page 213 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Page 244 - The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 201 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! — Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 236 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, — The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!