Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... hope for all . XIV . And now a word or two remains , Sweet Davy , and I close my firains : Think well ere you engage ; Vapours and ague - fits may come , And matrimonial claims at home , Un - nerve you for the stage . XV . But if you ...
... hope for all . XIV . And now a word or two remains , Sweet Davy , and I close my firains : Think well ere you engage ; Vapours and ague - fits may come , And matrimonial claims at home , Un - nerve you for the stage . XV . But if you ...
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... hope my vacant hours Have been employ'd to fweeten yours . Truth under fiction I impart , To weed out folly from the heart ; And fhew the paths , that lead aftray The wand'ring nymph from wifdom's way . I flatter none . The great and ...
... hope my vacant hours Have been employ'd to fweeten yours . Truth under fiction I impart , To weed out folly from the heart ; And fhew the paths , that lead aftray The wand'ring nymph from wifdom's way . I flatter none . The great and ...
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... hope your pretty tale is told ? And next demand , without a cavil , What new Utopia do you travel ? Upon my word , thefe high - flown fancies Shew depth of learning - in romances . Why , what unfashion'd stuff you tell us , Of buckram ...
... hope your pretty tale is told ? And next demand , without a cavil , What new Utopia do you travel ? Upon my word , thefe high - flown fancies Shew depth of learning - in romances . Why , what unfashion'd stuff you tell us , Of buckram ...
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... hope to plant conviction Where cavil grows on contradiction ? Some the evades or difavows , Demurs to all , and none allows ; A kind of ancient things , call'd fables ! And thus the Goddess turn'd the tables . Now both in argument grew ...
... hope to plant conviction Where cavil grows on contradiction ? Some the evades or difavows , Demurs to all , and none allows ; A kind of ancient things , call'd fables ! And thus the Goddess turn'd the tables . Now both in argument grew ...
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... hope of earthly joy ! Thy gifts , O Fortune ! I refign , Let her and poverty be mine ! And every year that life thall lend , Shall blefs the Lover and the Friend . In vain , alas ! in vain I ftrive To keep a dying hope alive ; The laft ...
... hope of earthly joy ! Thy gifts , O Fortune ! I refign , Let her and poverty be mine ! And every year that life thall lend , Shall blefs the Lover and the Friend . In vain , alas ! in vain I ftrive To keep a dying hope alive ; The laft ...
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Page 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Page 278 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Page 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Page 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Page 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Page 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Page 44 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.