Poems, 1±ÇJ. Johnson, 1782 - 359ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if hiftory itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait , That hour elaps'd , th'incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the ...
... sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if hiftory itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait , That hour elaps'd , th'incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the ...
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... harmony from yon fequefter'd bow'r , Sweet harmony that fooths the midnight hour ; Long e'er the charioteer of day had run His morning courfe , th ' enchantment was begun , And And he fhall gild yon mountains height again , E'er ( 44 )
... harmony from yon fequefter'd bow'r , Sweet harmony that fooths the midnight hour ; Long e'er the charioteer of day had run His morning courfe , th ' enchantment was begun , And And he fhall gild yon mountains height again , E'er ( 44 )
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... sweets of friendship fled ? Has time worn out , or fashion put to shame Good fenfe , good health , good confcience , and good fame ? All these belong to virtue , and all prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of ...
... sweets of friendship fled ? Has time worn out , or fashion put to shame Good fenfe , good health , good confcience , and good fame ? All these belong to virtue , and all prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of ...
144 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sweet voice Cry to her univerfal realm , rejoice . Man feels the fpur of paffions and defires , And fhe gives largely more than he requires , Not that his hours devoted all to care , Hollow - ey'd abftinence and lean despair , The ...
... sweet voice Cry to her univerfal realm , rejoice . Man feels the fpur of paffions and defires , And fhe gives largely more than he requires , Not that his hours devoted all to care , Hollow - ey'd abftinence and lean despair , The ...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Sweet fcent , or lovely form , or both combin'd , Diftinguish ev'ry cultivated kind , The want of both denotes a meaner breed , And Chloe from her garland picks the weed . Thus hopes of every fort , whatever fect Efteem them , fow them ...
... Sweet fcent , or lovely form , or both combin'd , Diftinguish ev'ry cultivated kind , The want of both denotes a meaner breed , And Chloe from her garland picks the weed . Thus hopes of every fort , whatever fect Efteem them , fow them ...
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333 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
307 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth Chirping on my kitchen hearth. Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet ; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hear the just law — the judgment of the skies! He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies ; And he that -will be cheated to the last, Delusions strong as hell shall bind him fast.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
308 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - Since the dear hour, that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine...
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropped upon his Bible was sincere : Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
317 ÆäÀÌÁö - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...