The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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... pleasure , when told that its author was an obscure man named Johnson , replied , " He will soon be déterré . " Famous as he had now become , he continued poor ; and tired to death of slaving for the booksellers , he applied , through ...
... pleasure , when told that its author was an obscure man named Johnson , replied , " He will soon be déterré . " Famous as he had now become , he continued poor ; and tired to death of slaving for the booksellers , he applied , through ...
27. oldal
... pleasure , and the veils of woe : All aid the farce , and all thy mirth maintain , Whose joys are causeless , or whose griefs are vain . Such was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind , Renew'd at every glance on human kind . How just ...
... pleasure , and the veils of woe : All aid the farce , and all thy mirth maintain , Whose joys are causeless , or whose griefs are vain . Such was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind , Renew'd at every glance on human kind . How just ...
31. oldal
... pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the field ; Behold surrounding kings their powers combine , And one capitulate , and one resign ; 190 200 Peace courts his hand , but ...
... pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the field ; Behold surrounding kings their powers combine , And one capitulate , and one resign ; 190 200 Peace courts his hand , but ...
35. oldal
... pleasure keeps too busy to be wise , Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the dance by night , Who frown with vanity , who smile with art , And ask the latest fashion of the heart ; 307 320 What care , what ...
... pleasure keeps too busy to be wise , Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the dance by night , Who frown with vanity , who smile with art , And ask the latest fashion of the heart ; 307 320 What care , what ...
42. oldal
... Pleasure fired her torch at Virtue's flame , And Mirth was Bounty with an humbler name . 20 20 SPRING . 1 STERN Winter now , by Spring repress'd , Forbears the long - continued strife ; And Nature , on her naked breast , Delights to ...
... Pleasure fired her torch at Virtue's flame , And Mirth was Bounty with an humbler name . 20 20 SPRING . 1 STERN Winter now , by Spring repress'd , Forbears the long - continued strife ; And Nature , on her naked breast , Delights to ...
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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.