Samuel Johnson LL.D. (September 18 [O.S. September 7] 1709 – 13 December 1784), often referred to simply as Dr Johnson, is one of England's best known literary figures: a poet, essayist, biographer, lexicographer and a critic of English Literature. He was also a great wit and prose stylist, well known for his aphorisms. Dr Johnson is the most quoted of English writers after Shakespeare and has been described as one of the outstanding figures of 18th-century England.
cynthia's revels: queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver ch...[read poem]
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Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver ch...
epigrams: an epitaph on s.p.
Weep with me, all you that read
This little story:
And know, for whom a tear you she...[read poem]
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This little story:
And know, for whom a tear you she...
an ode to himself
Where dost thou careless lie,
Buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge that sleeps doth die;...[read poem]
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Buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge that sleeps doth die;...
a fit of rhyme against rhyme
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits,
That expresseth but by fits
True conceit,
Spoil...[read poem]
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That expresseth but by fits
True conceit,
Spoil...
song to celia
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but i...[read poem]
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And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but i...
epigrams: on my first son
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy....[read poem]
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My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy....
epigrams: to john donne
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
Whos...[read poem]
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Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
Whos...
a hymn to god the father
Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
Is my best part.
Use still thy rod,
That I may pr...[read poem]
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A broken heart
Is my best part.
Use still thy rod,
That I may pr...
a celebration of charis: iv. her triumph
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a s...[read poem]
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Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a s...
epicoene, or the silent woman: still to be neat, still to be drest
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, s...[read poem]
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As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, s...
to heaven
Good and great God, can I not think of thee
But it must straight my melancholy be?
Is it i...[read poem]
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But it must straight my melancholy be?
Is it i...
drury-lane prologue spoken by mr. garrick at the opening of the theatre in drury-lane, 1747
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes
First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear ros...[read poem]
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First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear ros...
to the memory of my beloved the author, mr. william shakespeare
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I c...[read poem]
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Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I c...
delay
The radiance of the star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitte...[read poem]
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Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitte...
a pindaric ode
TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY AND FRIENDSHIP OF THAT NOBLE PAIR, SIR LUCIUS CARY AND SIR H. MORISON
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volpone: come my celia, let us prove
Come my Celia, let us prove,
While we may, the sports of love.
Time will not be ours for e...[read poem]
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While we may, the sports of love.
Time will not be ours for e...
the metamorphosed gypsies
The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the ...[read poem]
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The stars to glister on you;
A moon of light
In the ...
epigrams: to lucy, countess of bedford, with john donne's satires
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are
Life of the Muses' day, their morning star!
If...[read poem]
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Life of the Muses' day, their morning star!
If...
ode to himself upon the censure of his "new inn"
Come, leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age;
Where pride and impudence, ...[read poem]
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And the more loathsome age;
Where pride and impudence, ...
my picture left in scotland
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
That she,...[read poem]
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For else it could not be
That she,...
epigrams: epitaph on elizabeth, l. h.
Wouldst thou hear what man can say
In a little? Reader, stay.
Underneath this stone doth l...[read poem]
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In a little? Reader, stay.
Underneath this stone doth l...
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