Samuel Johnson

(1709 - 1784 / Lichfield / England)

Samuel Johnson Poems

1. Epitaph On Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart. 4/7/2010
2. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 4. 4/7/2010
3. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Iii. Metre 5 4/7/2010
4. Gnothi Seauton 4/7/2010
5. Horace: Book 1, Ode 22 4/7/2010
6. Horace: Book Ii. Ode 9 4/7/2010
7. On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting With A Friend About A Gown And Hat 4/7/2010
8. On The Death Of Stephen Grey, F.R.S. 4/7/2010
9. To Miss---, 4/7/2010
10. To Mrs. Thrale On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year 4/7/2010
11. To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering 4/7/2010
12. Translation Of A Speech Of Aquileio In The Adriano Of Metastasio 4/7/2010
13. To Miss --, 4/7/2010
14. Written At The Request Of A Gentleman To Whom A Lady Had Given A Sprig Of Myrtle 4/7/2010
15. Winter 4/7/2010
16. To Lady Firebrace 4/7/2010
17. Stella In Mourning 4/7/2010
18. On Lyce - An Elderly Lady 4/7/2010
19. From Boethius: De Consolatione Philosophiae; Book Ii. Metre 2. 4/7/2010
20. Anacreon: Ode 9 4/7/2010
21. From The Medea Of Euripides 4/7/2010
22. Parody Of A Translation From The Medea Of Euripides 4/7/2010
23. Song 4/7/2010
24. The Young Author 4/7/2010
25. To Miss Hickman, Playing The Spinet 4/7/2010
26. Summer 4/7/2010
27. The Natural Beauty 4/7/2010
28. Drury-Lane Prologue Spoken By Mr. Garrick 12/31/2002
29. Part Of The Dialogue Between Hector And Andromache 4/7/2010
30. On Seeing A Bust Of Mrs. Montague 4/7/2010
31. Horace: Book Iv. Ode 7 4/7/2010
32. The City Of God 4/7/2010
33. The Winter's Walk 4/7/2010
34. Lines 4/7/2010
35. Horace: Book 1, Ode 22 4/7/2010
36. From Boethius 4/7/2010
37. The Vanity Of Wealth 4/7/2010
38. Spring 4/7/2010
39. Burlesque 4/7/2010
40. London - In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal 4/7/2010
Best Poem of 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 own.

Loosen'd from the minor's tether,
Free to mortgage or to sell,
Wild as wind, and light as feather
Bid the slaves of thrift farewell.

Call the Bettys, Kates, and Jenneys
Ev'ry name that laughs at care,
Lavish of your Grandsire's guineas,
Show the spirit of an heir.

All that prey on vice and folly
Joy to see their quarry fly,
Here the gamester light and jolly
There the lender grave and sly. ...

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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;
Shake the reed, and curl the stream
Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;
Near the chequer'd, lonely grove,

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