The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 39-40

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry
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Page 39 - To find if books, or swains, report it right (For yet by swains alone the world he knew...
Page 39 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around. Now...
Page 43 - Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne: These charms success in our bright region...
Page 44 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.
Page 41 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Page 43 - ... Detested wretch !" — but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours...
Page 36 - Whither, O whither art thou fled, To lay thy meek contented head ? What happy region dost thou please To make the seat of calms and ease ? " Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state to meet thee there.
Page 13 - ... his bosom heaves, And darts with active rage along the waves. Confus'd the monarch sees his hissing foe, And dives, to shun the sable fates, below. Forgetful frog ! The friend thy shoulders bore, Unskill'd in swimming, floats remote from shore.

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