The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen 54Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... please , fhould feem to be of fervice . As to the ftyle of elegy , it may be well enough de- termined from what has gone before . It fhould imi- tate the voice and language of grief , or if a metaphor of drefs be more agreeable , it ...
... please , fhould feem to be of fervice . As to the ftyle of elegy , it may be well enough de- termined from what has gone before . It fhould imi- tate the voice and language of grief , or if a metaphor of drefs be more agreeable , it ...
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... please . I faw my friends in evening circles meet ; I took my vocal reed , and tun'd my lay ; I heard them fay my vocal reed was sweet : Ah fool ! to credit what I heard them fay ! Ill - fated bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then ...
... please . I faw my friends in evening circles meet ; I took my vocal reed , and tun'd my lay ; I heard them fay my vocal reed was sweet : Ah fool ! to credit what I heard them fay ! Ill - fated bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then ...
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... please . I faw my friends in evening circles meet ; I took my vocal reed , and tun'd my lay ; I heard them say my vocal reed was sweet : Ah fool ! to credit what I heard them say ! Ill - fated bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then ...
... please . I faw my friends in evening circles meet ; I took my vocal reed , and tun'd my lay ; I heard them say my vocal reed was sweet : Ah fool ! to credit what I heard them say ! Ill - fated bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then ...
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... please ? The fimple fleece my Delia's limbs enfold ? Yet fure on Delia feems the ruffet fair ; " Ye glittering daughters of disguise , adieu ! ” So talk the wife , who judge of shape and air , But will the rural thane decide fo true ...
... please ? The fimple fleece my Delia's limbs enfold ? Yet fure on Delia feems the ruffet fair ; " Ye glittering daughters of disguise , adieu ! ” So talk the wife , who judge of shape and air , But will the rural thane decide fo true ...
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... please , Nor need a drug to meliorate the foul . Let the proud Soldan wound th ' Arcadian groves , Or with rude lips th ' Aonian fount profane ; The Muse no more by flowery Ladon roves , She feeks her Thomson on the British plain . Tell ...
... please , Nor need a drug to meliorate the foul . Let the proud Soldan wound th ' Arcadian groves , Or with rude lips th ' Aonian fount profane ; The Muse no more by flowery Ladon roves , She feeks her Thomson on the British plain . Tell ...
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bard beauty beneath bleft blifs bloom boafted boaſt bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia difdain diftant diſplay ELE GY elegy ev'n facred faid fair fame fate favour'd fcenes fcorn fecure feek feem fhades fhall fhepherd fhines fhore fhould figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foul fpring friendſhip ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gentle gold grace grove lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind moffy mournful Mufe Muft Muſe muſt native ne'er nymph o'er paffion peace penfive plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe raiſe reign rife rofe rural ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſtep ſtore ſtrain ſweets taſte tear tender tender prey thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils Twas vale virtue ween whofe whoſe youth
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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.