Samuel Johnson Pride Poems

  • 1.
    LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty
    Ling'ring year at last has flown,
    Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
    Great Sir John, are all your own.
    ...
  • 2.
    The rites derived from ancient days
    With thoughtless reverence we praise,
    The rites that taught us to combine
    The joys of music and of wine,
    ...
  • 3.
    '--Quis ineptae
    Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se?' ~ Juv.

    Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
    ...
  • 4.
    Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,
    Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;
    His various worth through varied life attend,
    And learn his virtues while thou mourn'st his end.
    ...
  • 5.
    Friendship! peculiar boon of Heaven,
    The noble mind's delight and pride,
    To men and angels only given,
    To all the lower world denied.
    ...
  • 6.
    LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty
    Ling'ring year at last has flown,
    Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
    Great Sir John, are all your own.
    ...
  • 7.
    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.
    ...
  • 8.
    Long-expected one-and-twenty,
    Ling'ring year, at length is flown:
    Pride and pleasure, pomp and plenty,
    Great . . . . . . ., are now your own.
    ...
  • 9.
    Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine,
    As on we toil from day to day,
    By sudden blasts or slow decline
    Our social comforts drop away.
    ...
Total 9 Pride Poems by Samuel Johnson

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