Poems, 第 1 卷J. Johnson, 1805 |
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第 3 頁
... tell you fo - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty projects lined To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with ...
... tell you fo - say , rather , they for him . That were indeed a king - ennobling thought , Could they , or would they , reason as they ought . The diadem , with mighty projects lined To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with ...
第 9 頁
... tell me , if you can , what pow'r maintains A Britain's fcorn of arbitrary chains ? That were a theme might animate the dead , And move the lips of poets caft in lead . B. The cause , tho ' worth the fearch , may yet elude Conjecture ...
... tell me , if you can , what pow'r maintains A Britain's fcorn of arbitrary chains ? That were a theme might animate the dead , And move the lips of poets caft in lead . B. The cause , tho ' worth the fearch , may yet elude Conjecture ...
第 29 頁
... tell the world , ftill kindling as he fung , With more than mortal mufic on his tongue , That He , who died below , and reigns above , Infpires the fong , and that his name is love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing ...
... tell the world , ftill kindling as he fung , With more than mortal mufic on his tongue , That He , who died below , and reigns above , Infpires the fong , and that his name is love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing ...
第 32 頁
... Tell where the lurks , beneath what flowery fhades , That not a glimpse of genuine light pervades , The poisonous , black , infinuating worm Successfully conceals her loathfome form . Take , if ye can , ye carelefs and fupine , Counsel ...
... Tell where the lurks , beneath what flowery fhades , That not a glimpse of genuine light pervades , The poisonous , black , infinuating worm Successfully conceals her loathfome form . Take , if ye can , ye carelefs and fupine , Counsel ...
第 42 頁
... tell you ' tis a lie , And judge you from the kennel and the stye . Delights like these , ye fenfual and profane , Ye are bid , begged , befought to entertain ; Called to these crystal streams , do ye turn off Obfcene to fwill and ...
... tell you ' tis a lie , And judge you from the kennel and the stye . Delights like these , ye fenfual and profane , Ye are bid , begged , befought to entertain ; Called to these crystal streams , do ye turn off Obfcene to fwill and ...
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第 331 頁 - He grasped the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
第 330 頁 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
第 169 頁 - The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, (For opposition gives opinion strength) Divert the champions prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably disposed to death.
第 244 頁 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport. Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
第 326 頁 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
第 288 頁 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
第 296 頁 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark, So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
第 332 頁 - Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he? His fame soon spread around; He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!
第 308 頁 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
第 245 頁 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.