The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 32-34Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... whose numbers glide along So fmooth , no thought e'er interrupts the song : Laborioufly enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the ear : Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are at best most musically ...
... whose numbers glide along So fmooth , no thought e'er interrupts the song : Laborioufly enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the ear : Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are at best most musically ...
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... Whose Muse did once , like thine , in plains delight , Thine shall , like his , soon take a higher flight ; So larks , which first from lowly fields arise , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 30 35 1 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY ...
... Whose Muse did once , like thine , in plains delight , Thine shall , like his , soon take a higher flight ; So larks , which first from lowly fields arise , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 30 35 1 40 45 50 W. WYCHERLEY ...
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... have any merit , it is to be attributed to some good old Authors , whose works as I had leifure to study , so , I hope , I have not wanted care to imitate , C4 SPRING . S PR I N THE FIRST PASTORAL , OR D ON PASTORAL POETRY . 23.
... have any merit , it is to be attributed to some good old Authors , whose works as I had leifure to study , so , I hope , I have not wanted care to imitate , C4 SPRING . S PR I N THE FIRST PASTORAL , OR D ON PASTORAL POETRY . 23.
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... whose Nymphs in every grace excell ; 95 Bleft Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now rife , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A foft retreat from fudden vernal showers ; The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd ...
... whose Nymphs in every grace excell ; 95 Bleft Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now rife , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A foft retreat from fudden vernal showers ; The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd ...
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... whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! ro Oh , skill'd in Nature ! see the hearts of Swains , Their artless passions , and their tender pains . Now setting Phœbus shone serenely bright , And fleecy ...
... whose humour charms , Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms ! ro Oh , skill'd in Nature ! see the hearts of Swains , Their artless passions , and their tender pains . Now setting Phœbus shone serenely bright , And fleecy ...
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