The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 26

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779
 

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Pagina 170 - If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove: Twas there of Just and Good he...
Pagina 35 - ... nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground. The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. "'Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Pagina 167 - Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Pagina 94 - And keep the ftore with undefiring eyes. So round the tree, that bore Hefperian gold, The facred watch lay curl'd in many a fold, .His eyes up-rearing to th' untafted prey, The fleeplefs guardian wafted life away.
Pagina 33 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Pagina 33 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad, like our maidens, in...
Pagina 180 - Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the showery bow.
Pagina 93 - British crown : Ah ! may they ne'er provoke thee to the fight, Nor foes, more dreadful than the Gaul, invite. Soon may they hold the olive...
Pagina 168 - Chiefs, graced with scars and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
Pagina 83 - Such dire achievements sings the bard that tells Of palfrey'd dames, bold knights, and magic spells, Where whole brigades one champion's arms o'erthrow, And cleave a giant at a random blow, Slay paynims vile, that force the fair, and tame The goblin's fury, and the dragon's flame. / Our eager youth to distant nations run, To visit fields, their valiant fathers won ; From Flandria's shore their country's fame they trace, Till far Germania shows her blasted face. The...

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