The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 5Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest teemed ftar Hath fix'd her polish'd car , 240 Her fleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending : And all about the courtly stable Bright - harneft Angels fit in order ferviceable . IV . THE ...
... song should here have ending : Heaven's youngest teemed ftar Hath fix'd her polish'd car , 240 Her fleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending : And all about the courtly stable Bright - harneft Angels fit in order ferviceable . IV . THE ...
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... song , First heard by happy watchful shepherds ' ear , So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night ; Now mourn , and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can distil no tear , Burn ...
... song , First heard by happy watchful shepherds ' ear , So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night ; Now mourn , and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can distil no tear , Burn ...
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... SONG . ON MAY MORNING . 65 70 OW the bright morning ftar , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the east , and leads with her The flowery May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous ...
... SONG . ON MAY MORNING . 65 70 OW the bright morning ftar , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the east , and leads with her The flowery May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowflip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous ...
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... Song . L 1. SONG . OOK Nymphs , and Shepherds look , What fudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry , Too divine to be mistook : This , this is the To whom our vows and wishes bend ; Here our folemn fearch hath end . 5 ...
... Song . L 1. SONG . OOK Nymphs , and Shepherds look , What fudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry , Too divine to be mistook : This , this is the To whom our vows and wishes bend ; Here our folemn fearch hath end . 5 ...
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... song Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog To touch the profperous growth of this tall wood . 270 LA . Nay , gentle Shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addrefs'd to unattending ears ; Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How ...
... song Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog To touch the profperous growth of this tall wood . 270 LA . Nay , gentle Shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addrefs'd to unattending ears ; Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How ...
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Page 95 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 143 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 95 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 87 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 142 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 143 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
Page 96 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 141 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 99 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Page 74 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.