The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 281790 |
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Page 215 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad, like our maidens, in...
Page 324 - If dying mortals' doom they sing aright, No ghosts descend to dwell in dreadful night: No parting souls to grisly Pluto go, Nor seek the dreary, silent, shades below; But forth they fly, immortal in their kind, And other bodies in new worlds they find. Thus life for ever runs its...
Page 217 - ... nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground. The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. "'Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Page 216 - Tis in vain from my fortune to fly; 'Twas hers to be false and to change, 'Tis mine to be constant and die. If while my hard fate I sustain, In her breast any pity is found, Let her come with the nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground.
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Page 216 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!
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Page 120 - But die a maid, yet have the choice of two ! Ladies are often cruel to their cost ; To give you pain, themselves they punish most. Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd ; Too oft they are cancell'd, though in convents made.
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Page 109 - The pomp of peace, amidst the woes of war. So much the public to your prudence owes, You think no labours long for our repose : Such conduct, such integrity are shown, There are no coffers empty, but your own.