The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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... give a rapid account of the leading incidents in Johnson's life , as well as a short estimate of his vast , rugged genius . SAMUEL JOHNSON was born at Lichfield , Staffordshire , on the 18th of September 1709 , and was baptized the same ...
... give a rapid account of the leading incidents in Johnson's life , as well as a short estimate of his vast , rugged genius . SAMUEL JOHNSON was born at Lichfield , Staffordshire , on the 18th of September 1709 , and was baptized the same ...
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... Give to St David one true Briton more . For who would leave , unbribed , Hibernia's land , Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? There none are swept by sudden fate away , But all whom hunger spares , with age decay : Here ...
... Give to St David one true Briton more . For who would leave , unbribed , Hibernia's land , Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? There none are swept by sudden fate away , But all whom hunger spares , with age decay : Here ...
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... give ; Let live here , for - has learn'd to live . Here let those reign whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black , a courtier white ; Explain their country's dear - bought rights away , And plead for pirates1 in the face of day ...
... give ; Let live here , for - has learn'd to live . Here let those reign whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black , a courtier white ; Explain their country's dear - bought rights away , And plead for pirates1 in the face of day ...
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... give the fatal wound , Or hostile millions press him to the ground ? His fall was destined to a barren strand , A petty fortress , and a dubious hand ; He left the name at which the world grew pale , To point a moral , or adorn a tale ...
... give the fatal wound , Or hostile millions press him to the ground ? His fall was destined to a barren strand , A petty fortress , and a dubious hand ; He left the name at which the world grew pale , To point a moral , or adorn a tale ...
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... gives , He gives the best . Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires , And strong devotion to the skies aspires , Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind , Obedient passions , and a will resign'd ; For love , which scarce ...
... gives , He gives the best . Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires , And strong devotion to the skies aspires , Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind , Obedient passions , and a will resign'd ; For love , which scarce ...
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159. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
166. oldal - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
162. oldal - 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...
178. oldal - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
167. oldal - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
205. oldal - 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
205. oldal - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
204. oldal - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
163. oldal - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
167. oldal - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.