The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 54

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779

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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.

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