The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 51804 |
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... bears nor tygers fure fo favage are , As thefe ill - manner'd monsters of the bar . * Loud rumour has proclaim'd a ... bear the prize ; But rigid Law has neither ears nor eyes : Charms , to which Mars and Hercules would bow , Minos and ...
... bears nor tygers fure fo favage are , As thefe ill - manner'd monsters of the bar . * Loud rumour has proclaim'd a ... bear the prize ; But rigid Law has neither ears nor eyes : Charms , to which Mars and Hercules would bow , Minos and ...
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... his odours round , But bears on ice , and fprings from frozen ground . So cold the clime that can fuch wonders bear , The garden feems an emblem of the fair . TO TO THE SAME . Her Gardens having escaped a Flood LANSDOWNE'S POEMS .
... his odours round , But bears on ice , and fprings from frozen ground . So cold the clime that can fuch wonders bear , The garden feems an emblem of the fair . TO TO THE SAME . Her Gardens having escaped a Flood LANSDOWNE'S POEMS .
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... bear ; Venus the dove ; Pallas the shield and spear : Poets fuch emblems to their Gods affign , Hearts bleeding by the dart , and pen be thine . THE DESERTION . OW fly , Difcretion , to my aid , No See haughty Myra , fair and bright ...
... bear ; Venus the dove ; Pallas the shield and spear : Poets fuch emblems to their Gods affign , Hearts bleeding by the dart , and pen be thine . THE DESERTION . OW fly , Difcretion , to my aid , No See haughty Myra , fair and bright ...
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... bear , Destroy myself , or kill the ravisher ? Die , wretched lover , die ; but O ! beware , Hurt not the man who is belov'd by her ; Wait for a better hour , and trust thy fate , Thou feek'ft her love , beget not then her hate . Tell ...
... bear , Destroy myself , or kill the ravisher ? Die , wretched lover , die ; but O ! beware , Hurt not the man who is belov'd by her ; Wait for a better hour , and trust thy fate , Thou feek'ft her love , beget not then her hate . Tell ...
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... bear , Who knows what I ? Ah ! feeble rage , and vain ! With how fecure a brow the mocks my pain : Thy heart , fond lover , does thy threats belie , Canft thou hurt her , for whom thou yet wouldst die ? Nor durft the thus thy juft ...
... bear , Who knows what I ? Ah ! feeble rage , and vain ! With how fecure a brow the mocks my pain : Thy heart , fond lover , does thy threats belie , Canft thou hurt her , for whom thou yet wouldst die ? Nor durft the thus thy juft ...
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Page 415 - In Pope I cannot read a line But, with a sigh, I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit.
Page 417 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week ; and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Page 417 - Must undergo the common fate; His kind of wit is out of date. Some country squire to Lintot goes, Inquires for "Swift in Verse and Prose." Says Lintot, "I have heard the name; He died a year ago."— "The same.
Page 285 - I'll do my best Then presently he falls to tease: 60 'You may for certain, if you please; I doubt not, if his Lordship knew And Mr Dean, one word from you...
Page 419 - Vow'd on the Dean his rage to vent, And make him of his zeal repent : But Heaven his innocence defends, The grateful people stand his friends ; Not strains of law, nor judges...
Page 416 - And had the Dean, in all the nation, No worthy friend, no poor relation ? So ready to do strangers good, Forgetting his own flesh and blood...
Page 501 - Know God — and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow : Then every grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.
Page 417 - I'm sorry; but we all must die. Indifference clad in Wisdom's Guise, All Fortitude of Mind supplies: For how can stony Bowels melt, In those who never Pity felt; When We are lash'd, They kiss the Rod; Resigning to the Will of God.
Page 235 - Far be the guilt of home-shed blood, from all On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall ! Still the- pale dead revives, and lives to me, To me ! through Pity's eye condemn'd to see. Remembrance veils his rage, but swells his fate ; Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late; Young and unthoughtful then, who knows one day What ripening virtues might have made their way!
Page 502 - Is more than hospitably good. Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep.