Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. BroomeSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... poor to pay , A thoufand worlds too few . IV . But if a paffion without vice , Without difguife or art , Ah Myra ! if true love's your price , Behold it in my heart . MYRA SINGIN G. HE fyrens , once deluded , vainly charm'd , Tyd to the ...
... poor to pay , A thoufand worlds too few . IV . But if a paffion without vice , Without difguife or art , Ah Myra ! if true love's your price , Behold it in my heart . MYRA SINGIN G. HE fyrens , once deluded , vainly charm'd , Tyd to the ...
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... poor Camelions thrive , Deny'd e'en that , my love can live . V. As toughest trees in ftorms are bred , And grow in fpite of winds , and fpread ; The more the tempeft tears and shakes My love , the deeper root it takes . VI . Despair ...
... poor Camelions thrive , Deny'd e'en that , my love can live . V. As toughest trees in ftorms are bred , And grow in fpite of winds , and fpread ; The more the tempeft tears and shakes My love , the deeper root it takes . VI . Despair ...
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... poor lovers feel ; When that is done , then tell the fair That I endure much more for her : Who'd truly know love's pow'r or smart , Muft view her eyes , and read my heart . WRITTEN IN HER PRAYER - BOOK . In vain , Clarinda , night and ...
... poor lovers feel ; When that is done , then tell the fair That I endure much more for her : Who'd truly know love's pow'r or smart , Muft view her eyes , and read my heart . WRITTEN IN HER PRAYER - BOOK . In vain , Clarinda , night and ...
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... poor . Where - e'er the British banners are difplay'd , The fuppliant nations shall implore our aid : Till , thus compell'd , the greater world confefs Themfelves oblig'd , and fuccour'd by the lefs . How Cambria's mines were to her ...
... poor . Where - e'er the British banners are difplay'd , The fuppliant nations shall implore our aid : Till , thus compell'd , the greater world confefs Themfelves oblig'd , and fuccour'd by the lefs . How Cambria's mines were to her ...
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... poor , I love , And , wanting wealth , with melting language move . His honour ftorms a ftubborn damfel's door ; I'm cautious to affront , because I'm poor . With pleafing arts I court , with arts poffefs ; Or if I'm bounteous , ' tis ...
... poor , I love , And , wanting wealth , with melting language move . His honour ftorms a ftubborn damfel's door ; I'm cautious to affront , because I'm poor . With pleafing arts I court , with arts poffefs ; Or if I'm bounteous , ' tis ...
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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.