The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 6. köide1804 |
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... lord Bolingbroke , not more diftinguished in the great fcenes of bufinefs , than in all the ufeful and entertaining parts of learning , has not re- fufed to be the critick of these sheets , and the patron of their writer . And that fo ...
... lord Bolingbroke , not more diftinguished in the great fcenes of bufinefs , than in all the ufeful and entertaining parts of learning , has not re- fufed to be the critick of these sheets , and the patron of their writer . And that fo ...
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... lord : This whispers foft , his vengeance to controul , And calm the rifing tempest of his foul . 195 Just as in anguish of fufpence he stay'd , While half unfheath'd appear'd the glittering blade , 260 200 Sent by the fifter and the ...
... lord : This whispers foft , his vengeance to controul , And calm the rifing tempest of his foul . 195 Just as in anguish of fufpence he stay'd , While half unfheath'd appear'd the glittering blade , 260 200 Sent by the fifter and the ...
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... lord's com- mands ; 420 430 435 Penfive they walk along the barren fands : Arriv'd , the hero in his tent they find , With gloomy afpect , on his arm reclin'd . At awful distance long they filent stand , Loth to advance , or speak their ...
... lord's com- mands ; 420 430 435 Penfive they walk along the barren fands : Arriv'd , the hero in his tent they find , With gloomy afpect , on his arm reclin'd . At awful distance long they filent stand , Loth to advance , or speak their ...
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... lord , They dropt the fetters , trembled , and ador'd . This . Goddefs , this to his remembrance call , 530 Embrace his knees , at his tribunal fall ; Conjure him far to drive the Grecian train , To hurl them headlong to their flect and ...
... lord , They dropt the fetters , trembled , and ador'd . This . Goddefs , this to his remembrance call , 530 Embrace his knees , at his tribunal fall ; Conjure him far to drive the Grecian train , To hurl them headlong to their flect and ...
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... lord ! The boafter Paris oft defir'd the day With Spare's king to meet in fingle fray : Go now , once more thy rival's rage excite , Provoke Atrides , and renew the fight : Yet Helen bids thee stay , left thou unfkill'd Should't fall an ...
... lord ! The boafter Paris oft defir'd the day With Spare's king to meet in fingle fray : Go now , once more thy rival's rage excite , Provoke Atrides , and renew the fight : Yet Helen bids thee stay , left thou unfkill'd Should't fall an ...
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Page 319 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 372 - Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Page 56 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 3 - How fertile will that imagination appear which was able to clothe all the properties of elements, the qualifications of the mind, the virtues and vices, in forms and persons, and to introduce them into actions agreeable to the nature of the things they shadowed?
Page 312 - And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery glade. He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye ; Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky : Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death : Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Page 381 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole The first, last purpose of the human soul ; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man.
Page 399 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Page 318 - Music resembles poetry; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky licence answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule.
Page 469 - As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain; Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death.
Page 398 - What ? arm'd for virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men, Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car, Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting, to defend her cause, Lights of the church, or guardians of the laws ? Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain Flatterers and bigots e'en in Louis...