The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 321790 |
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... still remain . Dearest Orontes , my hard fate denies , That hope is the laft thing which in us dies : From my griev❜d breast all those soft thoughts are fled , And love furvives it , though my hope is dead ; I yield my life , but keep ...
... still remain . Dearest Orontes , my hard fate denies , That hope is the laft thing which in us dies : From my griev❜d breast all those soft thoughts are fled , And love furvives it , though my hope is dead ; I yield my life , but keep ...
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... again , With as affected love . As if fome injury was meant To thofe they kindly us❜d , Thofe lovers are the most content That have been still refus'd . Since Since each has in his bofom nurst A falfe and THE WARNIN G. 29.
... again , With as affected love . As if fome injury was meant To thofe they kindly us❜d , Thofe lovers are the most content That have been still refus'd . Since Since each has in his bofom nurst A falfe and THE WARNIN G. 29.
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... still , But you , alas ! with fhame . A heart by kindness only gain'd , Will a dear conqueft prove ; And , to be kept , must be maintain'd expence of love . At vaft THE THE VENT URE . OH , how I languish ! 30 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
... still , But you , alas ! with fhame . A heart by kindness only gain'd , Will a dear conqueft prove ; And , to be kept , must be maintain'd expence of love . At vaft THE THE VENT URE . OH , how I languish ! 30 BUCKINGHAMSHIRE'S POEMS .
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... Still to pity fo much pain . The gods fome pleasure , pleasure take , Happy as themselves to make Those who fuffer for their fake . Since your hand alone was given To a wretch not worth your care ; Like fome angel fent from heaven ...
... Still to pity fo much pain . The gods fome pleasure , pleasure take , Happy as themselves to make Those who fuffer for their fake . Since your hand alone was given To a wretch not worth your care ; Like fome angel fent from heaven ...
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... still reflecting back ; All my foul is on a rack : To be in hell's fufficient curse , But to fall from heaven is worse . I liv'd in grief ere this I knew , But then I dwelt in darkness too . Of gains , alas ! I could not boaft ; But ...
... still reflecting back ; All my foul is on a rack : To be in hell's fufficient curse , But to fall from heaven is worse . I liv'd in grief ere this I knew , But then I dwelt in darkness too . Of gains , alas ! I could not boaft ; But ...
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Página 255 - Pointing, the lovely moralist said : See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, See yonder, what a change is made. Ah me! the blooming pride of May, And that of beauty are but one: At morn both...
Página 259 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Página 217 - Full fifteen thousand lusty fellows, With fire and sword the fort maintain; Each was a Hercules, you tell us, Yet out they march'd like common men. Cannons above, and mines below, Did death and tombs for foes contrive; Yet matters have been order'd so, That most of us are still alive.
Página 260 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Página 60 - For oh ! your face has fuch peculiar charms, That who can hold from flying to your arms ! But what I ne'er can have without offence, May forne blefl maid poffefs with innocence.
Página 190 - Gather all the fmiling hours ; Such as with friendly care have guarded Patriots and kings in rightful wars ; Such as with conqueft have rewarded Triumphant viftors' happy cares ; Such as ftory has recorded Sacred to Naflau's long renown, For countries fav'd, and battles won.
Página 259 - Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy: More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.
Página 173 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Página 232 - But why should I stories of Athens rehearse, Where people knew love, and were partial to verse ; Since none can with justice my pleasures oppose, In Holland...
Página 259 - Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies; but thou hast my heart.