The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 54Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Halaman 13
... of his tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flattery fighing , figh forlorn ! Still Soft She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors She [ 13 ]
... of his tears For lucre's venal meed , invite my scorn ! Still may the bard diffembling doubts and fears , For praife , for flattery fighing , figh forlorn ! Still Soft She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors She [ 13 ]
Halaman 14
... bards ! intent with artful pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on - plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow fincere . But thou , my friend ! while in thy youthful foul Love's gentle tyrant feats his ...
... bards ! intent with artful pains To form a figh , or to contrive a tear ! Forego your Pindus , and on - plains Survey Camilla's charms , and grow fincere . But thou , my friend ! while in thy youthful foul Love's gentle tyrant feats his ...
Halaman 26
... bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then courts the judgment of a friendly ear ! Not the poor veteran , that permits his foe To guide his doubtful step , has more to fear . Nor could my Graves mistake the critic's laws , Till pious ...
... bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then courts the judgment of a friendly ear ! Not the poor veteran , that permits his foe To guide his doubtful step , has more to fear . Nor could my Graves mistake the critic's laws , Till pious ...
Halaman 26
... bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then courts the judgment of a friendly ear ! Not the poor veteran , that permits his foe To guide his doubtful step , has more to fear . Nor could my Graves mistake the critic's laws , Till pious ...
... bard ! that feeks his fkill to fhow , Then courts the judgment of a friendly ear ! Not the poor veteran , that permits his foe To guide his doubtful step , has more to fear . Nor could my Graves mistake the critic's laws , Till pious ...
Halaman 57
... bards difplay their boafted woes , Shall I the mockery of grief difplay ? No , let the Muse his piercing pangs disclose , Who bleeds and weeps his fum of life away .. On the wild beach in mournful guise he stood , Ere the fhrill ...
... bards difplay their boafted woes , Shall I the mockery of grief difplay ? No , let the Muse his piercing pangs disclose , Who bleeds and weeps his fum of life away .. On the wild beach in mournful guise he stood , Ere the fhrill ...
Edisi yang lain - Lihat semua
Istilah dan frasa umum
bard beauty beneath bleft blifs bloom boafted boaſt bofom bower breaſt charms chearful crown'd Damon dear defire Delia difdain diftant diſplay ELE GY elegy ev'n facred faid fair fame fate favour'd fcenes fcorn fecure feek feem fhades fhall fhepherd fhines fhore fhould figh fing flame flowers fmiles focial foft fome fond fong fons foon foul fpring friendſhip ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell gentle gold grace grove lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind moffy mournful Mufe Muft Muſe muſt native ne'er nymph o'er paffion peace penfive plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe raiſe reign rife rofe rural ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſtep ſtore ſtrain ſweets taſte tear tender tender prey thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toils Twas vale virtue ween whofe whoſe youth
Bagian yang populer
Halaman 219 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Halaman 122 - Alas ! from the day that we met What hope of an end to my woes ? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain : The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
Halaman 121 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Halaman 223 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Halaman 121 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Halaman 121 - I priz'd every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But now they are past, and I sigh ; And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.
Halaman 62 - Th'. habitual fcene of hill and dale, The rural herds, the vernal gale, The tangled vetch's purple bloom, The fragrance of the bean's perfume, Be theirs alone who cultivate the foil, And drink the cup of thirft, and eat the bread of toil But foon the pageant fades away ! 'Tis nature only bears perpetual fway.
Halaman 88 - Each wayward paffion foon would tear His bofom, now fo void of care ; And, when they left his ebbing vein, What, but...
Halaman 228 - And must be bought, though penury betide. The plumb all azure and the nut all brown, And here each season do those cakes abide, Whose honour'd names th* inventive city own, Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's praises known.
Halaman 90 - The river gliding down the dale ! The hill with beeches crown'd ! But now, when urg'd by tender woes I fpeed to meet my dear, That hill and ftream my zeal oppofe, And check my fond career.