The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1868 - 254 oldal |
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... , I can say it already ! " His first teacher , Dame Oliver , a widow , thought him , as she well might , the best scholar she ever had . From her he passed into the hands of one Tom Brown , an The Life of Samuel Johnson.
... , I can say it already ! " His first teacher , Dame Oliver , a widow , thought him , as she well might , the best scholar she ever had . From her he passed into the hands of one Tom Brown , an The Life of Samuel Johnson.
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... hands , showed it in all directions ) , but continued to recur at frequent intervals till the close of his life . His malady was undoubtedly of a maniacal cast , resembling Cowper's , but subdued by superior strength of will - a ...
... hands , showed it in all directions ) , but continued to recur at frequent intervals till the close of his life . His malady was undoubtedly of a maniacal cast , resembling Cowper's , but subdued by superior strength of will - a ...
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... hands on , and began to display his unrivalled conversational powers , being often seen " lounging about the college gates , with a circle of young students around him , whom he was entertain- ing with wit , keeping from their studies ...
... hands on , and began to display his unrivalled conversational powers , being often seen " lounging about the college gates , with a circle of young students around him , whom he was entertain- ing with wit , keeping from their studies ...
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... hand , The tide retiring , calls me from the land : Farewell ! -When , youth , and health , and fortune spent , Thou fliest for refuge to the wilds of Kent ; And , tired like me with follies and with crimes , In angry numbers warn'st ...
... hand , The tide retiring , calls me from the land : Farewell ! -When , youth , and health , and fortune spent , Thou fliest for refuge to the wilds of Kent ; And , tired like me with follies and with crimes , In angry numbers warn'st ...
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... hand , or prompts the suppliant voice ; How nations sink , by darling schemes oppress'd , When Vengeance listens to the fool's request ; Fate wings with every wish the afflictive dart , Each gift of Nature , and each grace of Art , With ...
... hand , or prompts the suppliant voice ; How nations sink , by darling schemes oppress'd , When Vengeance listens to the fool's request ; Fate wings with every wish the afflictive dart , Each gift of Nature , and each grace of Art , With ...
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Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend call'd charms CLAUDE PHILLIPS 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 glittering gold grace grave Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin once Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS GRAY THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd 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.
204. 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.
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.
31. oldal - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
164. oldal - Windsor's heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
167. oldal - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
166. 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...
162. oldal - 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.
166. oldal - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.