The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 721790 |
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English poets. THE SEVENTY - SECOND VOLUME O F THE ENGLISH POETS ; CONTAINING JOHNSON , AND PART OF W. WHITEHEAD . VOL , LXXII . ៧ K # 3 THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET S.
English poets. THE SEVENTY - SECOND VOLUME O F THE ENGLISH POETS ; CONTAINING JOHNSON , AND PART OF W. WHITEHEAD . VOL , LXXII . ៧ K # 3 THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET S.
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English poets. THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET S. WITH PREFACES , BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL , BY SAMUEL JOHNSON . VOLUME THE SEVENTY - SECOND . EH LONDON : PRINTED BY M. BROWN ; FOR J. BUCKLAND , J. RIVINGTON AND SONS , T. PAYNE AND SONS ...
English poets. THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET S. WITH PREFACES , BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL , BY SAMUEL JOHNSON . VOLUME THE SEVENTY - SECOND . EH LONDON : PRINTED BY M. BROWN ; FOR J. BUCKLAND , J. RIVINGTON AND SONS , T. PAYNE AND SONS ...
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Страница 25 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Страница 17 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Страница 24 - 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 ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Страница 23 - ... 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. If dreams yet flatter, once again attend, Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.
Страница 22 - Ray, And pour on misty Doubt resistless Day ; Should no false Kindness lure to loose Delight, Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright ; Should tempting...
Страница 6 - Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black, a courtier white; Explain their country's dear-bought rights away, And plead for pirates in the face of day; With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth, And lend a lie the confidence of truth.
Страница 33 - Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Страница 18 - Low skulks the hind beneath the rage of pow'r, And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tow'r, Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers sound, Tho' confiscation's vultures hover round. The needy traveller, serene and gay, Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away. Does envy seize thee? crush th...
Страница 56 - The busy day — the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by ; His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.