The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 11J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pàgina 15
... hope in courts ? Or how succeed ? Tigers and wolves shall in the ocean breed , The whale and dolphin fatten on the mead , And every element exchange its kind , Ere thriving Honesty in courts we find . Happy the man , of mortals happiest ...
... hope in courts ? Or how succeed ? Tigers and wolves shall in the ocean breed , The whale and dolphin fatten on the mead , And every element exchange its kind , Ere thriving Honesty in courts we find . Happy the man , of mortals happiest ...
Pàgina 18
... hope , Like the chaste Moon , she shines to all mankind , But to Endymion is her love confin d . What cruel destiny on Beauty waits , When on one face depend so many fates ! Oblig'd by honour to relieve but one , Unhappy men by ...
... hope , Like the chaste Moon , she shines to all mankind , But to Endymion is her love confin d . What cruel destiny on Beauty waits , When on one face depend so many fates ! Oblig'd by honour to relieve but one , Unhappy men by ...
Pàgina 23
... hope she soon beguiles , And laughs to see my torments never end . III . So up the steepy hill , with pain , The weighty stone is roll'd in vain , Which , having touch'd the top , recoils , And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils . ΤΟ ...
... hope she soon beguiles , And laughs to see my torments never end . III . So up the steepy hill , with pain , The weighty stone is roll'd in vain , Which , having touch'd the top , recoils , And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils . ΤΟ ...
Pàgina 24
... hope , ' twou'd die as soon , A little hope - but I have none : On air the poor Camelions thrive , Deny'd e'en that , my love can live . V. As toughest trees in storms are bred , And grow in spite of winds , and spread The more the ...
... hope , ' twou'd die as soon , A little hope - but I have none : On air the poor Camelions thrive , Deny'd e'en that , my love can live . V. As toughest trees in storms are bred , And grow in spite of winds , and spread The more the ...
Pàgina 25
... hope , for my repose too soon I saw , and lov'd : Her heart engag'd , was gone ; A happier man possess'd whom I adore ; O ! I should ne'er have seen , or seen before . Tell , for you know the burthen of my heart , Its killing anguish ...
... hope , for my repose too soon I saw , and lov'd : Her heart engag'd , was gone ; A happier man possess'd whom I adore ; O ! I should ne'er have seen , or seen before . Tell , for you know the burthen of my heart , Its killing anguish ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 507 - In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine ; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six ; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, " Pox take him and his wit !" I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own humorous biting way.
Pàgina 123 - I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay ; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Pàgina 99 - ... the matter; and that he had never heard a single word of it till on this occasion. This surprise of dr. Young, together with what Steele has said against Tickell in relation to this affair, make it highly probable that there was some underhand dealing in that business; and indeed Tickell himself, who is a very fair worthy man, has since, in a manner, as good as owned it to me.
Pàgina 518 - Consult yourself; and if you find A powerful impulse urge your mind, Impartial judge within your breast What subject you can manage best ; Whether your genius most inclines To satire, praise, or humorous lines, To elegies in mournful tone, Or prologue sent from hand unknown.
Pàgina 379 - The groaning chair began to crawl, Like a huge snail, along the wall, There stuck aloft in public view, And, with small change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering show, To a less noble substance changed, Were now but leathern buckets ranged.
Pàgina 349 - And to urge another argument of a parallel nature: if Christianity were once abolished, how could the freethinkers, the strong reasoners, and the men of profound learning, be able to find another subject, so calculated in all points, whereon to display their abilities?
Pàgina 363 - That's very strange: but if you had not supped I must have got something for you. Let me see, what should I have had? a couple of lobsters? ay, that would have done very well — two shillings: tarts — a shilling. But you will drink a glass of wine with me, though you have supped so much before your usual time, only to spare my pocket?' 'No, we had rather talk with you than drink with you.
Pàgina 381 - Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow. And bear their trophies with them as they go : Filths of all hues and odours seem to tell What street they sail'd from by their sight and smell.
Pàgina 389 - How's the wind ?' ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ?' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Pàgina 381 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds ; he trembles from within. So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do, Instead of paying chairmen...