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The Works of the English Poets. with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, by ...
English Poets,Samuel Johnson
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Abra Alma arms banyshed beauty blest breast call'd CALLIMACHUS charms command confest crown'd cruel doubt Dæmon Danube dear death delight Derry destin'd Dick dread e'er earth Emma Emma's facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fav'd fave fear fense flame Gaul glorious Goddess grace Greece grene wode go grief hand happy hast heart Heaven Henry Heraclitus Hippolytus honour hope human king labour light lov'd Lucretius lyre maid mankynde I love mighty mind mourn Muse mynde ne'er night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pleasure Poet Poltis praise pride Protogenes pursue Queen quoth rage rais'd receiv'd shew sield sierce sighs sight sigure sing sire sirst six'd smiles soft Solomon sorrow tell thee things thou thoufand thought toil Venus verse Vex'd virtue ween weep whence whilst woods wound wyll XXXIII youth
Page 238 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
Page 274 - Now when Solomon had made an end of praying, the fire came down from heaven, and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices ; and the glory of the Lord filled the house.
Page 173 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Page 210 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall : he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Page 210 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Page 29 - I pray you, tell anone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 136 - So whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, (Its feeble eye intent on things above) High as we may, we lift our reason up, By Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope: Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams, and promises of day.
Page 60 - Vows made to last, or promises to bind. By nature prompted, and for empire made, Alike by strength or cunning we invade : When arm'd with rage we march...
Page 50 - What is our bliss that changeth with the moon ; And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy if Henry flies ? If love, alas ! be pain, the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue declare. Ne'er faithful woman felt, nor...