The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 37 |
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bear beauty beneath blood born boſom breaſt breath CLEANTHES court creature cries daily death DIONE eyes F A B L E FABLE face fair faithful fame fate fear fighs fight fire firſt flame flies fool friendſhip gain give hand hate hath head hear heard heart Heaven hence hold honour hope hour kind knew known LAURA light loft look LYCIDAS maid mean merit mind muſt ne'er never night nymph o'er once PARTHENIA plain praiſe pride purſue race replies riſe round ſays SCENE ſcorn ſee ſeek ſhall ſhe SHEPHERD ſhould ſome ſoul ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought toil tongue train true truth turn vice virtue voice whoſe wind wood wretch youth
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Seite 117 - She next the stately Bull implored; And thus replied the mighty lord. "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well, I may, without offence, pretend, To take the freedom of a friend; Love calls me hence; a...
Seite 83 - My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear ; Attend, and be advis'd by Care. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour, When health is lost. Be timely wise : With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Seite 95 - Birds ! (the mother cries) This hill delicious fare supplies ; Behold the busy negro race, See millions blacken all the place ! Fear not ; like me with freedom eat ; An Ant is most delightful meat. How bless'd, how envied, were our life, Could we but 'scape the poulterer's knife!
Seite 68 - Lin'd with red rags, to look like blood, Did well his threefold trade explain, Who shav'd, drew teeth, and breath'da vein.
Seite 18 - Father ask'd her where and when ? How many ? and what sort of men ? By what degrees her blood was heated ? How oft...
Seite 116 - And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies : She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death ; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And...
Seite 102 - This magic looking-glass," she cries, (" There, hand it round) will charm your eyes " : Each eager eye the sight desired, And ev'ry man himself admired.
Seite 105 - My latter life is rest and peace. I grant, to man we lend our pains, And aid him to correct the plains; But doth not he divide the care, Through all the labours of the year?
Seite 36 - The Lion crav'd the Fox's art ; The Fox, the Lion's force and heart. The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight, Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light : The Pigeon strength of wing...
Seite 58 - Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun. How can that...