The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 681790 |
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... These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , wrap their barren fancies in , Το And make a claffic Harlequin . - -Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
... These only strain their motly wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , wrap their barren fancies in , Το And make a claffic Harlequin . - -Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
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... These have indulg'd the mufes ' flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verfe was to them a recreation " Us'd by way of relaxation . " Your inftances are ...
... These have indulg'd the mufes ' flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verfe was to them a recreation " Us'd by way of relaxation . " Your inftances are ...
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... these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into his face , The mind untouch'd , what is it but grimace ! To this one standard make your ...
... these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into his face , The mind untouch'd , what is it but grimace ! To this one standard make your ...
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... these pow'rs , Deportment , Voice , and Eye . The Critic Sight ' tis only Grace can please , No figure charms us if it has not Ease . There are , who think the ftature all in all , Nor like the hero , if he is not tall . The feeling ...
... these pow'rs , Deportment , Voice , and Eye . The Critic Sight ' tis only Grace can please , No figure charms us if it has not Ease . There are , who think the ftature all in all , Nor like the hero , if he is not tall . The feeling ...
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... these in rich Alonzo's heir ? Such diligence , alas ! is feldom found In the brisk heir to forty thousand pound . Wealth , that excufes folly , floth creates , Few , who can spend , e'er learn to get estates , What is to him dry cafe ...
... these in rich Alonzo's heir ? Such diligence , alas ! is feldom found In the brisk heir to forty thousand pound . Wealth , that excufes folly , floth creates , Few , who can spend , e'er learn to get estates , What is to him dry cafe ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
APOLLO Bard beſt blefs bleft bluſh breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame dear Delos dreft dull e'en e'er eafy eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fancy fenfe fhall fhew fide fimple fing firſt flame fmile fober foes folks fome fong fons fools foul ftand ftill ftrikes ftrong fuch fure genius grace hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius juft juſt king ladies laſt Latona LXVIII lyre meaſure mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue rage raiſe reſt rhime rhyme rife ſcene ſchool ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtand ſtate tafte taſte thee themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand throne uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe wife wiſh wond'rous wou'd write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
Seite 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...
Seite 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th