Samuel Johnson

(1709 - 1784 / Lichfield / England)

Samuel Johnson Poems

1. To Miss---, 4/7/2010
2. To Mrs. Thrale On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year 4/7/2010
3. To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering 4/7/2010
4. Translation Of A Speech Of Aquileio In The Adriano Of Metastasio 4/7/2010
5. To Miss --, 4/7/2010
6. Written At The Request Of A Gentleman To Whom A Lady Had Given A Sprig Of Myrtle 4/7/2010
7. To Lady Firebrace 4/7/2010
8. Winter 4/7/2010
9. Stella In Mourning 4/7/2010
10. On The Death Of Stephen Grey, F.R.S. 4/7/2010
11. Parody Of A Translation From The Medea Of Euripides 4/7/2010
12. Song 4/7/2010
13. The Young Author 4/7/2010
14. To Miss Hickman, Playing The Spinet 4/7/2010
15. Summer 4/7/2010
16. The Natural Beauty 4/7/2010
17. Part Of The Dialogue Between Hector And Andromache 4/7/2010
18. The City Of God 4/7/2010
19. The Winter's Walk 4/7/2010
20. The Vanity Of Wealth 4/7/2010
21. Spring 4/7/2010
22. To A Young Lady, On Her Birthday 4/7/2010
23. Horace: Book 1, Ode 22 4/7/2010
24. Horace: Book Ii. Ode 9 4/7/2010
25. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 4. 4/7/2010
26. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Iii. Metre 5 4/7/2010
27. Gnothi Seauton 4/7/2010
28. On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting With A Friend About A Gown And Hat 4/7/2010
29. Anacreon: Ode 9 4/7/2010
30. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 2. 4/7/2010
31. Epitaph On Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart. 4/7/2010
32. On Lyce - An Elderly Lady 4/7/2010
33. From The Medea Of Euripides 4/7/2010
34. Horace: Book Iv. Ode 7 4/7/2010
35. On Seeing A Bust Of Mrs. Montague 4/7/2010
36. Burlesque 4/7/2010
37. Evening Ode 4/7/2010
38. Lines 4/7/2010
39. London - In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal 4/7/2010
40. From Boethius 4/7/2010
Best Poem of 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 sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.

Well tried through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.

Yet still he fills affection's eye,
Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;
Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
Thy praise to merit unrefined.

When fainting nature call'd for aid,
And hov'ring death prepared the blow,
His vig'rous remedy display'd
The power of art without the ...

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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 it business? is it love?
Tell me, tell me, gentle dove.
'Soft Anacreon's vows I bear,
Vows to Myrtale the fair;
Graced with all that charms the heart,

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