The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 30Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Halaman 273
... Derry down , down , hey derry down . There Death breaks the fhackles which Force had put on ; And the Hangman compleats what the Judge but begun ; There the Squire of the Pad , and the Knight of the Poft , Find their pains no more balk ...
... Derry down , down , hey derry down . There Death breaks the fhackles which Force had put on ; And the Hangman compleats what the Judge but begun ; There the Squire of the Pad , and the Knight of the Poft , Find their pains no more balk ...
Halaman 274
... Derry down , & c . Pough ! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy head with fuch fancies : Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis : If the money you promis'd be brought to the cheft , You have only to die : let the church do the rest . Derry ...
... Derry down , & c . Pough ! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy head with fuch fancies : Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis : If the money you promis'd be brought to the cheft , You have only to die : let the church do the rest . Derry ...
Halaman 275
... Derry down , & c . That I would , quoth the Father , and thank you to boot ; But our actions , you know , with our duty must fuit . The feaft I propos'd to you , I cannot tafte ; For this night , by our order , is mark'd for a fast . Derry ...
... Derry down , & c . That I would , quoth the Father , and thank you to boot ; But our actions , you know , with our duty must fuit . The feaft I propos'd to you , I cannot tafte ; For this night , by our order , is mark'd for a fast . Derry ...
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Halaman 116 - Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Halaman 223 - Whoever was depos'd or crown'd. Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise, They would not learn, nor could advise ; Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, They led — a kind of— as it were ; Nor wish'd, nor car'd, nor laugh'd, nor cried; And so they liv'd, and so they died.
Halaman 170 - Ye had a paramour, All this may nought remove my thought, But that I will be your: And she shall...
Halaman 167 - And water clere of the ryvere Shall be full swete to me: With which in hele I shall ryght wele Endure, as ye shall see; And, or we go, a bedde or two I can provyde anone : For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Halaman 179 - Upon this tree : and, as the tender mark Grew with the year, and widen'd with the bark, Venus had heard the virgin's soft address, That, as the wound, the passion might increase. As potent Nature shed her kindly...
Halaman 157 - Be of your patron's mind, whate'er he says ; Sleep very much ; think little ; and talk less ; Mind neither good nor bad, nor right nor wrong, But eat your pudding, slave; and hold your tongue.
Halaman 138 - Radcliff ; was so ill, That other doctors gave me over : He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, And I was likely to recover. " But when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warmed the politician, Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Halaman 173 - Emma's, has adorn'd thy face ; And as her son has to my bosom dealt That constant flame, which faithful Henry felt...
Halaman 110 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.