The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 39-40Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... deftruction flies , In vain they flow ! for her , the lover dies . No more let Tagus boaft , whofe beds unfold A fhining treasure of all - conquering gold ! No 2 No more the * Po ! whose wandring waters stray 50 BROOME'S POEMS .
... deftruction flies , In vain they flow ! for her , the lover dies . No more let Tagus boaft , whofe beds unfold A fhining treasure of all - conquering gold ! No 2 No more the * Po ! whose wandring waters stray 50 BROOME'S POEMS .
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. No more the * Po ! whose wandring waters stray In mazy errors , through the starry way ; Henceforth thefe fprings fuperior honours fhare , There Venus laves , but my Belinda here ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. No more the * Po ! whose wandring waters stray In mazy errors , through the starry way ; Henceforth thefe fprings fuperior honours fhare , There Venus laves , but my Belinda here ...
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... Whose beauty fteals my very self from me ! Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare , To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair : When to the lyre she tun'd the vocal lays , Thy tongue would flatter , and thine eyes fpeak praise ...
... Whose beauty fteals my very self from me ! Yet wert thou wont the garland to prepare , To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair : When to the lyre she tun'd the vocal lays , Thy tongue would flatter , and thine eyes fpeak praise ...
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... whose magic virtue tames ( Through fell Persephone ) the rage of flames ; It gives the hero , ftrong in matchless might , To stand secure of harms in mortal fight ; It mocks the fword : the fword without a wound , Leaps as from marble ...
... whose magic virtue tames ( Through fell Persephone ) the rage of flames ; It gives the hero , ftrong in matchless might , To stand secure of harms in mortal fight ; It mocks the fword : the fword without a wound , Leaps as from marble ...
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... whose approach the Graces wear Fresh honours in their flowing hair : The raging feas forget to roar , And , smiling , gently kiss the shore : The sportive duck , in wanton play , Now dives , now rises into day ; The cranes from freezing ...
... whose approach the Graces wear Fresh honours in their flowing hair : The raging feas forget to roar , And , smiling , gently kiss the shore : The sportive duck , in wanton play , Now dives , now rises into day ; The cranes from freezing ...
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Æneid æther arms Bard beauty beneath blefs bofom breaſt breathe bright charms cloſe clouds death defcends divine dreadful earth eaſe Ev'n eyes facred fafe fair fame fate feems fhades fhall fhines fhores fhould fighs fight filent fing fire fkies flain flame fleep flies FLORUS flowers fmiles foft fome fong fons foul fpring ftand ftill ftreams fuch fweet fwell glorious glory grace ground grove heart heaven honours Iliad Jove king labour laſt lefs Lord LYCIDAS lyre Meaſures Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers nymph o'er paffion plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe purſue rage rais'd raiſe reft rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thunder trembling Twas verfe whofe winds wings youth
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Page 32 - To find if books, or swains, report it right (For yet by swains alone the world he knew...
Page 32 - 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 37 - Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne: These charms success in our bright region...
Page 38 - 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 35 - 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 37 - ... 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 28 - 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.