Poems by Samuel Johnson
Horace: Book IV. Ode 7
... Rough winter's blasts to spring give way, ...
Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.
... When Hanmer fill'd the chair - and Anne the throne ...
Spring
... When pride by guilt to greatness climbs, ...
Winter
... When mirth's gay tale shall please no more ...
To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday
... All pains, all cares, may favouring heaven remove, ...
From Boethius
... O Thou! whose power o'er moving worlds presides, ...
To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-fifth Year
... Must look on Thrale at thirty-five ...
Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick
... Their cause was gen'ral, their supports were strong, ...
On the Death of Stephen Grey, F.R.S.
... The flame, which at first, weak pupil of thy lore, ...
Horace: Book 1, Ode 22
... Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart, ...
Lines
... {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1777 ...
On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting with a Friend About a Gown and Hat
... Soon those nine lives would be pass'd ...
The City of God
... How rise thy towers, serene and bright, &emsp ...
Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
... And murder, all blood-bolter'd, schemes the wound ...
The Young Author
... " - This thought once form'd, all counsel comes too late, ...
