The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 71804 |
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... Death's meagre form the god furvey'd , Who quickly , with gigantic stride , Out - went his pace , and join'd his fide . The chat on various subjects ran , Till angry Hymen thus began . Relentless Death , whofe iron fway Mortals ...
... Death's meagre form the god furvey'd , Who quickly , with gigantic stride , Out - went his pace , and join'd his fide . The chat on various subjects ran , Till angry Hymen thus began . Relentless Death , whofe iron fway Mortals ...
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... death , from year to year . FABLE XIII . THE OWL , AND THE NIGHTINGALE T O know the mistress ' humour right , See if her maids are clean , and tight ; If Betty waits without her stays , She copies but her lady's ways . When mifs comes ...
... death , from year to year . FABLE XIII . THE OWL , AND THE NIGHTINGALE T O know the mistress ' humour right , See if her maids are clean , and tight ; If Betty waits without her stays , She copies but her lady's ways . When mifs comes ...
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... death , one peaceful grave contain . While , fwelling with the darling theme , Her accents pour'd an endless ftream , The well - known wings a found impart , That reach'd her ear , and touch'd her heart ! Quick dropp'd the mufic of her ...
... death , one peaceful grave contain . While , fwelling with the darling theme , Her accents pour'd an endless ftream , The well - known wings a found impart , That reach'd her ear , and touch'd her heart ! Quick dropp'd the mufic of her ...
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... death , And part not , with her parting breath ; Then do I fet , in order bright , A length of funeral pomp to fight , The glitt'ring tapers , and attire , The plumes , that whiten o'er her bier ; And laft , prefenting to her eye ...
... death , And part not , with her parting breath ; Then do I fet , in order bright , A length of funeral pomp to fight , The glitt'ring tapers , and attire , The plumes , that whiten o'er her bier ; And laft , prefenting to her eye ...
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... death's decifive ftroke must end At once the Lover and the Friend . SONG THE FIRST . TH I. HUS I said to my heart , in a pet t'other day , I had rather be hang'd than go moping this way ; No throbbings , no wishes your moments employ ...
... death's decifive ftroke must end At once the Lover and the Friend . SONG THE FIRST . TH I. HUS I said to my heart , in a pet t'other day , I had rather be hang'd than go moping this way ; No throbbings , no wishes your moments employ ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
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Page 278 - 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 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
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...
Page 60 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 278 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Page 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...