Song By Samuel Johnson

Song Not the soft sighs of vernal gales, The fragrance of the flowery vales, The murmurs of the crystal rill, The vocal grove, the verdant…

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Translation Of A Speech Of Aquileio In The Adriano Of Metastasio By Samuel Johnson

Translation Of A Speech Of Aquileio In The Adriano Of Metastasio Grown old in courts, thou art not surely one Who keeps the rigid rules…

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Gnothi Seauton By Samuel Johnson

Gnothi Seauton When Scaliger, whole years of labour past, Beheld his lexicon complete at last And weary of his task, with wond’ring eyes, Saw, from…

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To Miss –, By Samuel Johnson

To Miss –, {On her playing upon the harpsichord in a room hung with flower-pieces of her own painting}. When Stella strikes the tuneful string…

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Autumn By Samuel Johnson

Autumn Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s face Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe….

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On The Death Of Stephen Grey, F.R.S. By Samuel Johnson

On The Death Of Stephen Grey, F.R.S. The Electrician Long hast thou borne the burden of the day, Thy task is ended, venerable Grey! No…

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Winter By Samuel Johnson

Winter No more the morn with tepid rays Unfolds the flower of various hue; Noon spreads no more the genial blaze, Nor gentle eve distills…

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From The Medea Of Euripides By Samuel Johnson

From The Medea Of Euripides The rites derived from ancient days With thoughtless reverence we praise, The rites that taught us to combine The joys…

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The Vanity Of Human Wishes By Samuel Johnson

The Vanity Of Human Wishes Let observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch…

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Burlesque By Samuel Johnson

Burlesque Of the modern versifications of ancient legendary tales. – An impromptu. The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone: The nurse…

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On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic By Samuel Johnson

On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic CONDEMN’D to Hope’s delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By…

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To Miss—, By Samuel Johnson

To Miss—, {On her giving the author a gold and silk net-work purse of her own weaving}. Though gold and silk their charms unite To…

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From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Iii. Metre 5 By Samuel Johnson

From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Iii. Metre 5 The man who pants for ample sway, Must bid his passions all obey; Must bid each…

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The Natural Beauty By Samuel Johnson

The Natural Beauty To Stella: Whether Stella’s eyes are found Fix’d on earth or glancing round, If her face with pleasure glow, If she sigh…

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A Short Song Of Congratulation By Samuel Johnson

A Short Song Of Congratulation LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are…

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On Seeing A Bust Of Mrs. Montague By Samuel Johnson

On Seeing A Bust Of Mrs. Montague Had this fair figure, which this frame displays, Adorn’d in Roman time the brightest days, In every dome,…

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To Myrtilis – The New Year’s Offering By Samuel Johnson

To Myrtilis – The New Year’s Offering Madam, Long have I look’d my tablets o’er, And find I’ve much to thank you for; Outstanding debts…

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From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 4. By Samuel Johnson

From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 4. Wouldst thou to some steadfast seat, Out of Fortune’s power retreat? Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus…

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The City Of God By Samuel Johnson

The City Of God CITY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime! The true thy chartered freemen are, Of every age and…

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Written At The Request Of A Gentleman To Whom A Lady Had Given A Sprig Of Myrtle By Samuel Johnson

Written At The Request Of A Gentleman To Whom A Lady Had Given A Sprig Of Myrtle What hopes – what terrors does this gift…

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London – In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal By Samuel Johnson

London – In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal ‘–Quis ineptae Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se?’ Juv. Though grief and fondness…

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To Mrs. Thrale On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year By Samuel Johnson

To Mrs. Thrale On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better…

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From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 2. By Samuel Johnson

From Boethius- De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 2. Though countless as the grains of sand That roll at Eurus’ loud command; Though countless as…

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Stella In Mourning By Samuel Johnson

Stella In Mourning When lately Stella’s form display’d The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power decline, Proclaim’d her not so…

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Anacreon- Ode 9 By Samuel Johnson

Anacreon- Ode 9 Lovely courier of the sky, Whence and whither dost thou fly? Scattering, as thy pinions play, Liquid fragrance all the way: Is…

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On Lyce – An Elderly Lady By Samuel Johnson

On Lyce – An Elderly Lady Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest, By flattering poets given, Who shine, by lavish lovers dress’d, In all the…

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To Miss Hickman, Playing The Spinet By Samuel Johnson

To Miss Hickman, Playing The Spinet Bright Stella, form’d for universal reign, Too well you know to keep the slaves you gain; When in your…

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From Boethius By Samuel Johnson

From Boethius O Thou! whose power o’er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And…

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Summer By Samuel Johnson

Summer O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply, And wake them to the cares…

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Lines By Samuel Johnson

Lines Written in Ridicule of Certain Poems {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1777. Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless…

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To Lady Firebrace By Samuel Johnson

To Lady Firebrace At length must Suffolk beauties shine in vain, So long renown’d in B-n’s deathless strain? Thy charms at least, fair Firebrace, might…

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From The Vanity Of Human Wishes By Samuel Johnson

from The Vanity of Human Wishes The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated Let observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each…

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Spring By Samuel Johnson

Spring Stern Winter now, by Spring repress’d Forbears the long-continued strife; And Nature, on her naked breast, Delights to catch the gales of life. Now…

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Horace- Book Iv. Ode 7 By Samuel Johnson

Horace- Book Iv. Ode 7 The snow dissolv’d, no more is seen; The fields and woods, behold! are green; The changing year renews the plain,…

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To A Young Lady, On Her Birthday By Samuel Johnson

To A Young Lady, On Her Birthday This tributary verse receive, my fair, Warm with an ardent lover’s fondest prayer, May this returning day for…

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Friendship By Samuel Johnson

Friendship Friendship! peculiar boon of Heaven, The noble mind’s delight and pride, To men and angels only given, To all the lower world denied. While…

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Part Of The Dialogue Between Hector And Andromache By Samuel Johnson

Part Of The Dialogue Between Hector And Andromache She ceas’d; then godlike Hector answer’d kind – (His various plumage sporting in the wind) ‘That post…

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Inspiration By Samuel Johnson

Inspiration LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flowing in the Prophet’s word And the People’s liberty! Never was to chosen…

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The Vanity Of Wealth By Samuel Johnson

The Vanity Of Wealth No more thus brooding o’er yon heap, With avarice painful vigils keep: Still unenjoy’d the present store, Still endless sighs are…

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Evening Ode By Samuel Johnson

Evening Ode To Stella: Evening now from purple wings Sheds the grateful gifts she brings; Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, Cooling breezes shake the reed;…

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Parody Of A Translation From The Medea Of Euripides By Samuel Johnson

Parody Of A Translation From The Medea Of Euripides Ere shall they not, who resolute explore Times gloomy backward with judicious eyes; And scanning right…

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Horace- Book 1, Ode 22 By Samuel Johnson

Horace- Book 1, Ode 22 The man, my friend, whose conscious heart With virtue’s sacred ardour glows, Nor taints with death the envenom’d dart, Nor…

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The Young Author By Samuel Johnson

The Young Author When first the peasant, long inclined to roam, Forsakes his rural sports and peaceful home, Pleas’d with the scene the smiling ocean…

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Epitaph On Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart. By Samuel Johnson

Epitaph On Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart. Thou who survey’st these walls with curious eye, Pause at this tomb where Hanmer’s ashes lie; His various worth…

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One And Twenty By Samuel Johnson

One And Twenty LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are all your…

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Horace- Book Ii. Ode 9 By Samuel Johnson

Horace- Book Ii. Ode 9 Clouds do not always veil the skies, Nor showers immerse the verdant plain; Nor do the billows always rise, Or…

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The Winter’s Walk By Samuel Johnson

The Winter’s Walk Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us rise, The naked hill, the leafless grove, The hoary ground, the…

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Drury-Lane Prologue Spoken By Mr. Garrick By Samuel Johnson

Drury-Lane Prologue Spoken By Mr. Garrick 1 When Learning’s triumph o’er her barb’rous foes 2 First rear’d the stage, immortal Shakespear rose; 3 Each change…

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