The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, المجلد 681790 |
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الصفحة 10
... hates the copy , that it comes so near . Why lov'd he Wilks's air , Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius muft our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . Thrice happy ...
... hates the copy , that it comes so near . Why lov'd he Wilks's air , Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius muft our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . Thrice happy ...
الصفحة 11
... hate the phrafe , ' Tis fo mechanic in these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into his face , The mind untouch'd , what is it but ...
... hate the phrafe , ' Tis fo mechanic in these modern days ) Lies not in trick , or attitude , or start , Nature's true knowledge is the only art . ' The ftrong - felt paffion bolts into his face , The mind untouch'd , what is it but ...
الصفحة 13
... hate the tedious pause , By perfeverance to extort applause . When Romeo forrowing at his Juliet's doom , With eager madness bursts the canvas tomb , The fudden whirl , ftretch'd leg , and lifted staff , Which please the vulgar , make ...
... hate the tedious pause , By perfeverance to extort applause . When Romeo forrowing at his Juliet's doom , With eager madness bursts the canvas tomb , The fudden whirl , ftretch'd leg , and lifted staff , Which please the vulgar , make ...
الصفحة 30
... hate ) Lord ! that fuch good and useful men Should ever turn to books agen . YET matter must be gravely plann'd , And fyllables on fingers fcann'd , And racking pangs rend lab'ring head , Till lady Mufe is brought to - bed : What ...
... hate ) Lord ! that fuch good and useful men Should ever turn to books agen . YET matter must be gravely plann'd , And fyllables on fingers fcann'd , And racking pangs rend lab'ring head , Till lady Mufe is brought to - bed : What ...
الصفحة 37
... hates to be expos'd ; " Tis dismal to be thus inclos'd ; One hardly any object fees- I wish you'd fell thofe odious trees . Objects continual paffing by Were fomething to amufe the eye , But to be pent within the walls— One might as ...
... hates to be expos'd ; " Tis dismal to be thus inclos'd ; One hardly any object fees- I wish you'd fell thofe odious trees . Objects continual paffing by Were fomething to amufe the eye , But to be pent within the walls— One might as ...
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الصفحة 328 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 338 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 338 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 330 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 336 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
الصفحة 340 - Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. ' Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, ' Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and. to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown 'd not on his humble birth' And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
الصفحة 36 - And, by th' approaching summer season, Draws a few hundreds from the stocks, And purchases his country box. Some three or four miles out of town, (An hour's ride will bring you down,) He fixes on his choice abode, Not half a furlong from the road : And so convenient does it lay, The...
الصفحة 256 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantaftic toe...
الصفحة 328 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 330 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th