Poems, Том 1J. Johnson, 1782 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... Those arts be their's that hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to feign . A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addrefs'd , Seems to imply a cenfure on the rest . B. Quevedo , as he tells his fober tale , Ask'd ...
... Those arts be their's that hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to feign . A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addrefs'd , Seems to imply a cenfure on the rest . B. Quevedo , as he tells his fober tale , Ask'd ...
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... those fhallows , all their spawn . The wriggling fry foon fill the creeks around , Pois'ning the waters where their fwarms abound Scorn'd by the nobler tenants of the flood , Minnows and gudgeons gorge th ' unwholesome food . The ...
... those fhallows , all their spawn . The wriggling fry foon fill the creeks around , Pois'ning the waters where their fwarms abound Scorn'd by the nobler tenants of the flood , Minnows and gudgeons gorge th ' unwholesome food . The ...
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... those again . The mind and conduct mutually imprint And ftamp their image in each other's mint . Each , fire and dam , of an infernal race , Begetting and conceiving all that's base . None fends his arrow to the mark in view , Whose ...
... those again . The mind and conduct mutually imprint And ftamp their image in each other's mint . Each , fire and dam , of an infernal race , Begetting and conceiving all that's base . None fends his arrow to the mark in view , Whose ...
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... ( those comforts at an end The fcripture yields ) or hope to find a friend ? Sorrow might muse herself to madness then , And feeking exile from the fight of men , Bury herself in folitude profound , Grow frantic with her pangs and bite ...
... ( those comforts at an end The fcripture yields ) or hope to find a friend ? Sorrow might muse herself to madness then , And feeking exile from the fight of men , Bury herself in folitude profound , Grow frantic with her pangs and bite ...
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... : But ftill light reach'd thee ; and those gods of thine Woden and Thor , each tott'ring in his fhrine , Fell broken and defac'd at his own door , As Dagon in Philiftia long before . 3 But Rome with forceries and magic wand , Soon ( 128 )
... : But ftill light reach'd thee ; and those gods of thine Woden and Thor , each tott'ring in his fhrine , Fell broken and defac'd at his own door , As Dagon in Philiftia long before . 3 But Rome with forceries and magic wand , Soon ( 128 )
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Стр. 333 - He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Стр. 307 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Стр. 339 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth Chirping on my kitchen hearth. Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
Стр. 71 - Hear the just law — the judgment of the skies! He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies ; And he that -will be cheated to the last, Delusions strong as hell shall bind him fast.
Стр. 89 - Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Стр. 308 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Стр. 102 - Since the dear hour, that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine...
Стр. 170 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Стр. 317 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Стр. 89 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...