The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen 54Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flattery fighing , figh forlorn ! Still Soft She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors She [ 13 ]
... tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flattery fighing , figh forlorn ! Still Soft She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors She [ 13 ]
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... coy judicious hand , Shall cull fresh flowrets for Ophelia's tomb : And beauty chide the Fates ' fevere command , That shew'd the frailty of so fair a bloom ! C 2 And Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows EL EGY IV . 19.
... coy judicious hand , Shall cull fresh flowrets for Ophelia's tomb : And beauty chide the Fates ' fevere command , That shew'd the frailty of so fair a bloom ! C 2 And Soft as the line of love - fick Hammond flows EL EGY IV . 19.
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... Soft whilst we fleep beneath the rural bowers , The Loves and Graces fteal unfeen away ; And where the turf diffus'd its pomp of flowers , We wake to wintry scenes of chill decay ! > Curfe the fad fortune that detains thy fair ; Praise ...
... Soft whilst we fleep beneath the rural bowers , The Loves and Graces fteal unfeen away ; And where the turf diffus'd its pomp of flowers , We wake to wintry scenes of chill decay ! > Curfe the fad fortune that detains thy fair ; Praise ...
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... soft carrols to your lovely dames , See vocal grots , and echoing vales affign'd ! Would't thou , my Strephon , love's delighted slave ! Though fure the wreaths of chivalry to share , Forego the ribbon thy Matilda gave , And , giving ...
... soft carrols to your lovely dames , See vocal grots , and echoing vales affign'd ! Would't thou , my Strephon , love's delighted slave ! Though fure the wreaths of chivalry to share , Forego the ribbon thy Matilda gave , And , giving ...
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... soft defire remains , Pure as that star , from guilt , from intereft free , Has gentle Delia trip'd across the plains , And need I , Florio , name that wish to thee ? While , cloy'd to find the fcenes of life the fame , I tune with ...
... soft defire remains , Pure as that star , from guilt , from intereft free , Has gentle Delia trip'd across the plains , And need I , Florio , name that wish to thee ? While , cloy'd to find the fcenes of life the fame , I tune with ...
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Página 219 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Página 122 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Página 121 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Página 223 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Página 121 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Página 121 - I priz'd every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are past, and I sigh ; And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
Página 62 - Th'. habitual fcene of hill and dale, The rural herds, the vernal gale, The tangled vetch's purple bloom, The fragrance of the bean's perfume, Be theirs alone who cultivate the foil, And drink the cup of thirft, and eat the bread of toil But foon the pageant fades away ! 'Tis nature only bears perpetual fway.
Página 88 - Each wayward paffion foon would tear His bofom, now fo void of care ; And, when they left his ebbing vein, What, but...
Página 228 - And must be bought, though penury betide. The plumb all azure and the nut all brown, And here each season do those cakes abide, Whose honour'd names th* inventive city own, Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's praises known.
Página 90 - The river gliding down the dale ! The hill with beeches crown'd ! But now, when urg'd by tender woes I fpeed to meet my dear, That hill and ftream my zeal oppofe, And check my fond career.