The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 71804 |
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... Pleasure's thoughtless train ; Nor yet where fanctity's a show , Where fouls nor joy nor pity know For human blifs or pain . III . Her focial heart alike difowns The race , who fhunning crowds and thrones , In fhades fequefter'd doze ...
... Pleasure's thoughtless train ; Nor yet where fanctity's a show , Where fouls nor joy nor pity know For human blifs or pain . III . Her focial heart alike difowns The race , who fhunning crowds and thrones , In fhades fequefter'd doze ...
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... pleasure ever on the wing , Gayly coquetting for an hour , To die , and ne'er be thought of more . Would you the bloom of youth should last ? ' Tis virtue that must bind it faft ; An easy carriage , wholly free From four referve , or ...
... pleasure ever on the wing , Gayly coquetting for an hour , To die , and ne'er be thought of more . Would you the bloom of youth should last ? ' Tis virtue that must bind it faft ; An easy carriage , wholly free From four referve , or ...
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... pleasure , ever on the wing , Return'd , companion of the spring , And cheer'd the birds with am'rous heat Inftructing little hearts to beat ; A Sparrow , frolic , gay , and young , Of bold addrefs , and flippant tongue , Juft left his ...
... pleasure , ever on the wing , Return'd , companion of the spring , And cheer'd the birds with am'rous heat Inftructing little hearts to beat ; A Sparrow , frolic , gay , and young , Of bold addrefs , and flippant tongue , Juft left his ...
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... pleasure : Come , prove the bleffing , follow me , Be wife , be happy , and be free . Kind Sir , reply'd our matron chaste , Your zeal feems pretty much in hafte I own , the fondness to be blefs'd Is a deep thirst in every breast ; Of ...
... pleasure : Come , prove the bleffing , follow me , Be wife , be happy , and be free . Kind Sir , reply'd our matron chaste , Your zeal feems pretty much in hafte I own , the fondness to be blefs'd Is a deep thirst in every breast ; Of ...
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... pleasure wrapt , the parents ftand , And fee their little wings expandi The fire , his life - fuftaining prize To each expecting bill applies , There fondly pours the wheaten spoil , With tranfport giv'n , though won with toil While ...
... pleasure wrapt , the parents ftand , And fee their little wings expandi The fire , his life - fuftaining prize To each expecting bill applies , There fondly pours the wheaten spoil , With tranfport giv'n , though won with toil While ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
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Página 278 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 281 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
Página 60 - 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.
Página 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 278 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Página 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Página 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...