The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen 38

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Página 192 - A'olus unbind The northern wind, That fetter'd lay in caves, And root up trees, and plough the plains : Old Ocean frets and raves, From their deep roots the rocks he tears, Whole deluges lets fly, That dash against the sky, And seem to drown the stars, TV assaulted clouds return the shock, Blue light'nings singe the waves, And thunder rends the rock.
Página 126 - At vaft expence we labour to our ruin, And court your favour with our own undoing ; A war of profit mitigates the evil, But to be tax'd and beaten — is the devil. How was the...
Página 110 - As flowers, transplanted from a southern sky, But hardly bear, or in the raising die, Missing their native sun, at best retain But a faint odour, and...
Página 93 - All I can say for those passages, which are, I hope, not many, is, that I knew they were bad enough to please, even when I writ them...
Página 81 - How short is life? why will vain courtiers toil, and crowd a vainer monarch, for a smile? •what is that monarch, but a mortal man, his crown a pageant, and his life a span ? with all his guards and his dominions, he must sicken too, and die as well as we.
Página 23 - In happier times our ancestors were bred, When virtue was the only path to tread : Give me, ye gods ! but the same road to fame, Whate'er my fathers dar'd, I dare the same.
Página 53 - To thee alone such tender tasks belong. From Greece to Afric, Beauty takes her flight, And ripens with her near approach to light: Frown not, ye fair, to hear of...
Página 24 - In blood and rapine feek unnatural joys ; For what is all this buftle but to fhun Thofe thoughts with which you dare not be alone ? As men in mifery. oppreft with care, Seek in the rage of wine to drown defpair.
Página 25 - Whofe quiet mind from vain defires is free ; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within...
Página 215 - tis the common doom, Each haughtily fets out in beauty's bloom, Till, late repenting, to redeem the paft, You turn abandon'd proftitutes at laft.

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