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... death , and partly springing from his own temperament , rests too heavily on its pages . He received one hundred guineas for the copyright . In 1762 , the Earl of Bute , both as a reward for past services , and as a prepay- ment of ...
... death , and partly springing from his own temperament , rests too heavily on its pages . He received one hundred guineas for the copyright . In 1762 , the Earl of Bute , both as a reward for past services , and as a prepay- ment of ...
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... death he was deeply grieved . In 1775 , the publication of his " Tour to the Hebrides " brought him in collision with the perfervidum ingenium Scotorum , and especially with James Macpherson , to whom Johnson sent a letter which crushed ...
... death he was deeply grieved . In 1775 , the publication of his " Tour to the Hebrides " brought him in collision with the perfervidum ingenium Scotorum , and especially with James Macpherson , to whom Johnson sent a letter which crushed ...
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... Death had all along been his great object of dread , and its fast approaches were regarded with unmitigated terror . " Cut deeper , " he cried to the physicians who were operating on his limbs ; " cut deeper ; I don't care for pain ...
... Death had all along been his great object of dread , and its fast approaches were regarded with unmitigated terror . " Cut deeper , " he cried to the physicians who were operating on his limbs ; " cut deeper ; I don't care for pain ...
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... death , if here at night you roam , And sign your will before you sup from home . Some fiery fop , with new commission vain , Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man ; Some frolic drunkard , reeling from a feast , Provokes a broil ...
... death , if here at night you roam , And sign your will before you sup from home . Some fiery fop , with new commission vain , Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man ; Some frolic drunkard , reeling from a feast , Provokes a broil ...
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... death ! But , scarce observed , the knowing and the bold Fall in the general massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfined , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws ...
... death ! But , scarce observed , the knowing and the bold Fall in the general massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfined , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws ...
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Page 159 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 166 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 162 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Page 178 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 167 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play: No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Page 205 - 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 205 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 204 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 163 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Page 167 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.