Poems by Cowley, Waller, Butler, Denham, Dryden, and Pomfret, 77–79. numberJohnson, 1810 - 220 pages |
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... Portius , Sons of Cato , - Marcus , Decius , Ambassador from C¿sar , Mr. Keen . Mr. Mills . Mr. Wilks . Mr. Cibber . Mr. Powel . Mr. Ryan . Mr. Bowman : MUTINEERS , GUARDS , & C . WOMEN . Marcia , Daughter of Cato , Lucia , Daughter of ...
... Portius , Sons of Cato , - Marcus , Decius , Ambassador from C¿sar , Mr. Keen . Mr. Mills . Mr. Wilks . Mr. Cibber . Mr. Powel . Mr. Ryan . Mr. Bowman : MUTINEERS , GUARDS , & C . WOMEN . Marcia , Daughter of Cato , Lucia , Daughter of ...
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... Portius , is there not some chosen curse , some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' t is an impious greatness ...
... Portius , is there not some chosen curse , some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? Por . Believe me , Marcus , ' t is an impious greatness ...
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... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs that wring my soul , thou could'st not talk thus coldly . Passion unpity'd and successless love plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate my other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! Por ...
... Portius ! didst thou taste but half the griefs that wring my soul , thou could'st not talk thus coldly . Passion unpity'd and successless love plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate my other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! Por ...
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... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew a virtue that has cast me at a distance , and throw me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy generous temper well ; fling but th ...
... Portius , no more ! your words leave stings Whene'er did Juba , or did Portius , shew a virtue that has cast me at a distance , and throw me out in the pursuits of honour ? Por . Marcus , I know thy generous temper well ; fling but th ...
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... Portius ! let us once embrace , once more embrace ; whilst yet we both are free . To - morrow should we thus express our friendship , each might receive a slave into his arms . This sun perhaps , this morning sun's the last that e'er ...
... Portius ! let us once embrace , once more embrace ; whilst yet we both are free . To - morrow should we thus express our friendship , each might receive a slave into his arms . This sun perhaps , this morning sun's the last that e'er ...
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Page 24 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 82 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes...
Page 19 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 21 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Page 21 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 7 - A watchtower once ; but now, so fate ordains. Of all the pile an empty name remains. From its...
Page 4 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.