Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. BroomeSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... Soul of harmony ! That every genius was reviv'd in thee . Thy trumpet founds , the dead are rais'd to light , Never to die , and take to heaven their flight ; Deck'd in thy verfe , as clad with rays they shine , All glorify'd , immortal ...
... Soul of harmony ! That every genius was reviv'd in thee . Thy trumpet founds , the dead are rais'd to light , Never to die , and take to heaven their flight ; Deck'd in thy verfe , as clad with rays they shine , All glorify'd , immortal ...
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... Soul of my foul , and charmer of my heart , From thefe embraces let us never part . FLORESTA N. Never , O never - in some safe retreat , Methinks ' twere easy to divine the cause : The dulleft warrior , in a lady's face , The fecret ...
... Soul of my foul , and charmer of my heart , From thefe embraces let us never part . FLORESTA N. Never , O never - in some safe retreat , Methinks ' twere easy to divine the cause : The dulleft warrior , in a lady's face , The fecret ...
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... Souls uniting ; Defiring , Expiring ; Enjoy the bleffing Of fweet poffeffing ; Free from caro , Happy pair . Another Dance of Heroes and Heroes . Then a full CHORUS of all the Voices and Inftruments . Be true , all ye lovers , whate'er ...
... Souls uniting ; Defiring , Expiring ; Enjoy the bleffing Of fweet poffeffing ; Free from caro , Happy pair . Another Dance of Heroes and Heroes . Then a full CHORUS of all the Voices and Inftruments . Be true , all ye lovers , whate'er ...
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... Soul of the world ! and love's eternal spring ! This lucky hour , thy aid fair goddess bring ! This lucky hour , ere aggravated crimes Heap guilt on guilt , and doubly stain the times . No veil hencefort , for fin , for pardon none ...
... Soul of the world ! and love's eternal spring ! This lucky hour , thy aid fair goddess bring ! This lucky hour , ere aggravated crimes Heap guilt on guilt , and doubly stain the times . No veil hencefort , for fin , for pardon none ...
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... soul , In rapture and in fweet oblivion loft , Yield a fhort interval and eafe from pain ! 425 See the fwift courfer ftrains , his fhining hoofs Securely beat the folid ground . Who now The dangerous pitfall fears , with tangling heath ...
... soul , In rapture and in fweet oblivion loft , Yield a fhort interval and eafe from pain ! 425 See the fwift courfer ftrains , his fhining hoofs Securely beat the folid ground . Who now The dangerous pitfall fears , with tangling heath ...
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arms beauty blefs bleft breaft bright caufe charms Dæmons Dean death defcend defire delight dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame fate fatire fcene fcorn feas fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhore fhould fide fighs fight fince fing fire firft fkies flain flame flave fleep flies fmiles foft fome fong foon foul fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftreams fuch fure fweet grace heart heaven honour Jove juft king Lady laft lefs loft Lord lyre mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er ORIANA paffion pain Peleus plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reft rife rofe ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand trembling Twas verfe vex'd virtue whofe wife wind worfe youth
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Page 416 - See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Page 419 - He knew a hundred pleasant stories, With all the turns of Whigs and Tories: Was cheerful to his dying day, And friends would let him have his way. 'He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Page 422 - When beasts could speak, (the learned say They still can do so every day,) It seems, they had religion then, As much as now we find in men. It happen'd, when a plague broke out, (Which therefore made them more devout...
Page 416 - He's dead, you say; then let him rot; I'm glad the medals were forgot. I promis'd him, I own ; but when ? I only was the princess then ; But now as consort of the king, You know, 'tis quite another thing.
Page 428 - Two bordering wits contend for glory ; And one is Whig, and one is Tory : And this for epics claims the bays, And that for elegiac lays : Some...
Page 503 - 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 107 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Page 416 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit ? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith ! he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter ; In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Page 491 - His thoughts grow conscious of approaching woe, His idle tears with vain repentance flow ; His locks he rends, his trembling feet he rears, Thick beats his heart with...
Page 415 - em? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts; but never to my friend: I tamely can endure the first; But this with envy makes me burst.