Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. BroomeSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... race of Britain's Kings ; Who could deferve , like her , in whom we fee United , all that Paris found in three . O equal Pair ! when both were fet above All other merit , but each other's love . Welcome , bright Princefs , to Great ...
... race of Britain's Kings ; Who could deferve , like her , in whom we fee United , all that Paris found in three . O equal Pair ! when both were fet above All other merit , but each other's love . Welcome , bright Princefs , to Great ...
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... race divine , Neftor in council , and Ulyffes fhine ; But in a day of battle , all would yield To the fierce master of the feven - fold fhield : Their very deities were grac'd no more , Mars had the courage , Jove the thunder bore . But ...
... race divine , Neftor in council , and Ulyffes fhine ; But in a day of battle , all would yield To the fierce master of the feven - fold fhield : Their very deities were grac'd no more , Mars had the courage , Jove the thunder bore . But ...
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... race . What is this Fame , thus crowded round with flaves ? The breath of fools , the bait of flattering knaves : An honeft heart , a confcience free from blame , Not of great acts , but good , give me the name : In vain we plant , we ...
... race . What is this Fame , thus crowded round with flaves ? The breath of fools , the bait of flattering knaves : An honeft heart , a confcience free from blame , Not of great acts , but good , give me the name : In vain we plant , we ...
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... race ; Let death , or fhame , or lunacy furprize , Who dare to match the luftre of thofe eyes ! Aloud the fairest of the Sex complain Of captives loft , and loves invok'd in vain ; At her appearance all their glory ends , And not a star ...
... race ; Let death , or fhame , or lunacy furprize , Who dare to match the luftre of thofe eyes ! Aloud the fairest of the Sex complain Of captives loft , and loves invok'd in vain ; At her appearance all their glory ends , And not a star ...
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... race begun , And faw a thoufand rivals to the fun . Hence follow'd arts , while each employ'd his care In new productions to delight the fair : To bright Afpafia Socrates retir'd , His wifdom grew but as his love infpir'd ; Tofe rocks ...
... race begun , And faw a thoufand rivals to the fun . Hence follow'd arts , while each employ'd his care In new productions to delight the fair : To bright Afpafia Socrates retir'd , His wifdom grew but as his love infpir'd ; Tofe rocks ...
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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.