The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 32-34Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... pass the generous courser by ; But while the prancing steed allures my eye , He starts , he's gone ! and now I fee him fly O'er hills and dales , and now I lose the course , Nor can the rapid fight pursue the flying horfe . 80 ** } Oh ...
... pass the generous courser by ; But while the prancing steed allures my eye , He starts , he's gone ! and now I fee him fly O'er hills and dales , and now I lose the course , Nor can the rapid fight pursue the flying horfe . 80 ** } Oh ...
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... pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and refound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you fing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests foon ...
... pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and refound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you fing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests foon ...
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... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise , Enough for me that to the liftening fwains First in these fields I fung the sylvan ftrains . Ver . 307. Originally thus in the MS . When Brass decays , when ...
... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise , Enough for me that to the liftening fwains First in these fields I fung the sylvan ftrains . Ver . 307. Originally thus in the MS . When Brass decays , when ...
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... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I fung the sylvan strains . 426 430 ODE 0 D E ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY , MDCC 74 POPE'S POEMS .
... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I fung the sylvan strains . 426 430 ODE 0 D E ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY , MDCC 74 POPE'S POEMS .
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... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening fwains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . ODE 426 O DE ON ST . CECILI A'S DAY , MDCCVIII 74 , POPE'S PO E MS . " "
... pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the filent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the listening fwains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . ODE 426 O DE ON ST . CECILI A'S DAY , MDCCVIII 74 , POPE'S PO E MS . " "
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Page 62 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 87 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 161 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 34 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Page 123 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 175 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 13 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
Page 107 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Page 3 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 138 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...