The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 oldal |
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... Tears of Scotland . Written Ode to Sleep . 243 in the year 1746 . Verses on a Young Lady playing on a Harpsichord and Sing- ing 237 Ode to Leven Water 244 Ode to Blue - Eyed Ann 245 Ode to Independence 246 239 Songs 250-254 THE POETICAL ...
... Tears of Scotland . Written Ode to Sleep . 243 in the year 1746 . Verses on a Young Lady playing on a Harpsichord and Sing- ing 237 Ode to Leven Water 244 Ode to Blue - Eyed Ann 245 Ode to Independence 246 239 Songs 250-254 THE POETICAL ...
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... tear ; And as their patron hints the cold or heat , To shake in dog - days , in December sweat . How , when competitors like these contend , Can surly Virtue hope to fix a friend ? 1 120 130 * 140 Slaves that with serious impudence ...
... tear ; And as their patron hints the cold or heat , To shake in dog - days , in December sweat . How , when competitors like these contend , Can surly Virtue hope to fix a friend ? 1 120 130 * 140 Slaves that with serious impudence ...
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... fills the sable bier , Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear ; Year chases year , decay pursues decay , Still drops some joy from withering life away ; 273 280 290 300 Ernen * & Ch THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES . 34 JOHNSON'S POEMS .
... fills the sable bier , Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear ; Year chases year , decay pursues decay , Still drops some joy from withering life away ; 273 280 290 300 Ernen * & Ch THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES . 34 JOHNSON'S POEMS .
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... tears of April ? —Youth of May ? Or June that breaths out life for butterflies ? No - none of these can from my favourite bear Away the Palm — yet shall it ever pay Due Reverence to your most sovereign eyes . ΤΟ TO LYCE , AN ELDERLY ...
... tears of April ? —Youth of May ? Or June that breaths out life for butterflies ? No - none of these can from my favourite bear Away the Palm — yet shall it ever pay Due Reverence to your most sovereign eyes . ΤΟ TO LYCE , AN ELDERLY ...
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... tears , For Mystes dead you ever mourn ; No setting Sol can ease your cares , But finds you sad at his return . 4 The wise , experienced Grecian sage Mourn'd not Antilochus so long ; Nor did King Priam's hoary age So much lament his ...
... tears , For Mystes dead you ever mourn ; No setting Sol can ease your cares , But finds you sad at his return . 4 The wise , experienced Grecian sage Mourn'd not Antilochus so long ; Nor did King Priam's hoary age So much lament his ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend charms COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight Dr Johnson dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering Goddess gold grace Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing skies smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tuneful Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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201. oldal - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
158. 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.
175. oldal - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
30. oldal - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
161. 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...
177. 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.
200. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman 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...
166. oldal - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
165. 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.
202. oldal - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...