The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Svazek 681790 |
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... letters , arts , or wit . For whofoe'er , though flightly , fips , Their grateful flavour with his lips , Will find it leave a fmatch behind , Shall fink fo deeply in the mind , It never thence can be eras'd— But , rifing up , you call ...
... letters , arts , or wit . For whofoe'er , though flightly , fips , Their grateful flavour with his lips , Will find it leave a fmatch behind , Shall fink fo deeply in the mind , It never thence can be eras'd— But , rifing up , you call ...
Strana 7
... letters , tafte , and truth , " Who ride the highway road to knowledge " Through the plain turnpikes of a college , " True . - Like way - pofts , we ferve to fhew The road which travellers should go ; Who jog along in eafy pace , Secure ...
... letters , tafte , and truth , " Who ride the highway road to knowledge " Through the plain turnpikes of a college , " True . - Like way - pofts , we ferve to fhew The road which travellers should go ; Who jog along in eafy pace , Secure ...
Strana 8
English poets. " Whofe claim to letters , parts , and wit , " The world has ne'er difputed yet . " Whether the flowing mirth prevail " In Wesley's fong , or humorous tale ; " Or happier Bourne's expreffion please " With graceful turns of ...
English poets. " Whofe claim to letters , parts , and wit , " The world has ne'er difputed yet . " Whether the flowing mirth prevail " In Wesley's fong , or humorous tale ; " Or happier Bourne's expreffion please " With graceful turns of ...
Strana 40
... letter'd , grave , pedantic dunce Wakes from his lethargy at once , Shrugs , fhakes his head , and rubs his eyes , And , being dull , looks wond'rous wife , With folemn phiz , and critic scowl , The wifdom of his brother owl . MODERNS ...
... letter'd , grave , pedantic dunce Wakes from his lethargy at once , Shrugs , fhakes his head , and rubs his eyes , And , being dull , looks wond'rous wife , With folemn phiz , and critic scowl , The wifdom of his brother owl . MODERNS ...
Strana 70
... letters too will melt away , Smit with the harlot charms of trilling found , Softness now wantons e'en on Roman ground ; Where Thebans , Spartans , fought their honour'd graves , Behold a weak enervate race of flaves . In claffic lore ...
... letters too will melt away , Smit with the harlot charms of trilling found , Softness now wantons e'en on Roman ground ; Where Thebans , Spartans , fought their honour'd graves , Behold a weak enervate race of flaves . In claffic lore ...
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Strana 328 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Strana 338 - 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.
Strana 338 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 330 - 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.
Strana 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Strana 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. 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.
Strana 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
Strana 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
Strana 328 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...
Strana 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th