Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. BroomeSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... Sweet is the fruit , and tempting to the eye ; Many there are , who nibble without leave , But none who are not born to taste , furvive . WALLER fhall never die , of life fecure , As long as Fame , or aged Time endure , WALLER , the ...
... Sweet is the fruit , and tempting to the eye ; Many there are , who nibble without leave , But none who are not born to taste , furvive . WALLER fhall never die , of life fecure , As long as Fame , or aged Time endure , WALLER , the ...
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... Sweet is thy charming fong , but fung in vain : When the winds blow , and loud the tempefts roar , What fool would truft the waves , and quit the fhore ? Early , and vain , into the world I came , Big with falfe hopes , and eager after ...
... Sweet is thy charming fong , but fung in vain : When the winds blow , and loud the tempefts roar , What fool would truft the waves , and quit the fhore ? Early , and vain , into the world I came , Big with falfe hopes , and eager after ...
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... sweet the morn ! How gentle is the night ! How calm the evening ! And the day how bright ! From hence , as from a hill , I view below The crowded world , a mighty wood in fhow , Where feveral wanderers travel day and night , By ...
... sweet the morn ! How gentle is the night ! How calm the evening ! And the day how bright ! From hence , as from a hill , I view below The crowded world , a mighty wood in fhow , Where feveral wanderers travel day and night , By ...
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... Sweet as the rofy morn in May , Ts Fill to the brim , I'll drink up To the laft drop , were poifon in the cup . UNDER THE LADY MARY VILLIERS ' NAME . [ FI not love you , Villiers , more IF Than ever mortal lov'd before , With fuch a ...
... Sweet as the rofy morn in May , Ts Fill to the brim , I'll drink up To the laft drop , were poifon in the cup . UNDER THE LADY MARY VILLIERS ' NAME . [ FI not love you , Villiers , more IF Than ever mortal lov'd before , With fuch a ...
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... sweets prepare : ' Tis more than frenzy now to spare : Let cares and business wait a while ; Old age affords a thinking interval : Or , if they muft a longer hearing have , Bid them attend below , adjourn into the grave . Then gay and ...
... sweets prepare : ' Tis more than frenzy now to spare : Let cares and business wait a while ; Old age affords a thinking interval : Or , if they muft a longer hearing have , Bid them attend below , adjourn into the grave . Then gay and ...
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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.