The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 53 (Google eBook)

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry
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Page 4 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Page 3 - That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Page 12 - Boafted their order which Callimachus (Reclining ftudious on Afopus' banks Beneath an urn of fome lamented nymph) Haply compos'd ; the urn with foliage curl'd Thinly conceal'd, the chapiter inform'd. See the tall obelifcs from Memphis old, One ftone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd ; Like Albion's fpires they rufh into the Ikies.
Page 3 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye! Deep are his feet in Towy's flood, His sides are cloth'd with waving wood...
Page 46 - The sturdy rustic, in the middle wave, Awaits to seize him rising ; one arm bears His lifted head above the limpid stream, While the full clammy fleece the other laves Around, laborious, with repeated toil ; And then resigns him to the sunny bank, Where, bleating loud, he shakes his dripping locks.
Page 6 - Be full, ye courts ; be great who will : Search for peace with all your skill : Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor. In vain...
Page 27 - Or the tall growth of glossy-rinded beech ; And where the burrowing rabbit turns the dust ; And where the dappled deer delights to bound. Such are the downs of...
Page 3 - Rushing from the woods, the spires Seem from hence ascending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain-heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks...
Page 9 - Hark how the mighty billows lash their vaults, And thunder; how they heave their rocks in vain; Though now incessant time has roll'd around A thousand winters o'er the changeful world, And yet a thousand, since th' indignant floods Roar loud in their firm bounds, and dash, and swell, In vain; convey'd to Tiber's lowest wave.
Page 119 - Tore the wild-flying sails and tumbling masts; While flames, thick-flashing in the gloom, reveal'd Ruins of decks and shrouds, and sights of death. Yet on he far'd, with fortitude his cheer,— Gaining, at intervals, slow way, beneath Del Fuego's rugged cliffs ; and the white ridge Above all height, (by opening clouds...

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