The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 81804 |
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... Peace , Candour - Wifely had'ft thou faid , well , Could int'reft in this breast one moment dwell , Could fhe , with profpect of fuccefs , oppose The firm refolves which from conviction rose . I cannot truckle to a fool of ftate , Nor ...
... Peace , Candour - Wifely had'ft thou faid , well , Could int'reft in this breast one moment dwell , Could fhe , with profpect of fuccefs , oppose The firm refolves which from conviction rose . I cannot truckle to a fool of ftate , Nor ...
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... Peace , my good grumbling Sir - for once , Sunk in the folemn , formal dunce , This Coxcomb fhall your fears beguile We will be dull , that you may smile . Come Method , come in all thy pride , Dullness and Whitehead by thy fide ...
... Peace , my good grumbling Sir - for once , Sunk in the folemn , formal dunce , This Coxcomb fhall your fears beguile We will be dull , that you may smile . Come Method , come in all thy pride , Dullness and Whitehead by thy fide ...
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... Peace , cloth'd in fables , with a face Which witness'd fenfe of huge difgrace , Which spake a deep and rooted shame Both of herself and of her name , Mourning creeps on , and blushing feels War , grim War treading on her heels ; Pale ...
... Peace , cloth'd in fables , with a face Which witness'd fenfe of huge difgrace , Which spake a deep and rooted shame Both of herself and of her name , Mourning creeps on , and blushing feels War , grim War treading on her heels ; Pale ...
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... Peace to fuch men , if fuch men can have peace , Let their poffeffions , let their ftate increase ; Let their bafe fervices in Courts ftrike root , And in the feafon bring forth golden fruit ; I envy not : let thofe who have the will ...
... Peace to fuch men , if fuch men can have peace , Let their poffeffions , let their ftate increase ; Let their bafe fervices in Courts ftrike root , And in the feafon bring forth golden fruit ; I envy not : let thofe who have the will ...
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... Peace , peace , thou dotard , nor thus vilely deem Of facred numbers , and their pow'r blafpheme : I tell thee , wretch , fearch all creation round , In earth , in heav'n , no fubject can be found ( Our God alone except ) above whofe ...
... Peace , peace , thou dotard , nor thus vilely deem Of facred numbers , and their pow'r blafpheme : I tell thee , wretch , fearch all creation round , In earth , in heav'n , no fubject can be found ( Our God alone except ) above whofe ...
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Page 221 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 219 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Page 219 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 221 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 503 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale ; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Page 506 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Page 219 - 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 513 - The gentle Knight, who saw their rueful case, Let fall adown his silver beard some tears. "Certes...
Page 508 - And certes had been utterly undone; But that Minerva pity of him took, With all the gods that love the rural wonne, That teach to tame the soil and rule the crook ; Ne did the sacred Nine disdain a gentle look.
Page 503 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.