The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces Biographical and CriticalJ. Nichols, 1779 |
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Page 48
... fays he , of poor defcent , my name Is Ach¿menides , my country Greece , Ulyffes ' fad compeer , who , whilft he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here behind Difconfolate , forlorn ; within the cave He left me , giant Polypheme's dark ...
... fays he , of poor defcent , my name Is Ach¿menides , my country Greece , Ulyffes ' fad compeer , who , whilft he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here behind Difconfolate , forlorn ; within the cave He left me , giant Polypheme's dark ...
Page 101
... fays the goddefs , perjur'd Troy has felt The dire effects of her proud tyrant's guilt ; The towering pile , and foft abodes , Wall'd by the hand of fervile gods , Now spreads its ruins all around , And lies inglorious on the ground ...
... fays the goddefs , perjur'd Troy has felt The dire effects of her proud tyrant's guilt ; The towering pile , and foft abodes , Wall'd by the hand of fervile gods , Now spreads its ruins all around , And lies inglorious on the ground ...
Page 108
... ( fays he ) fome other proof require ; " Rash was my promise , rash is thy desire . " I'd fain deny this with which thou haft made , " Or , what I can't deny , would fain diffuade . " Too vaft and hazardous the task appears , " Nor fuited ...
... ( fays he ) fome other proof require ; " Rash was my promise , rash is thy desire . " I'd fain deny this with which thou haft made , " Or , what I can't deny , would fain diffuade . " Too vaft and hazardous the task appears , " Nor fuited ...
Page 115
... fay , the fwarthy Moor begun To change his hue , and blacken in the fun . Then Libya firft , of all her moisture drain'd , Became a barren waste , a wild of fand . The water - nymphs lament their empty urns ; Boeotia , robb'd of filver ...
... fay , the fwarthy Moor begun To change his hue , and blacken in the fun . Then Libya firft , of all her moisture drain'd , Became a barren waste , a wild of fand . The water - nymphs lament their empty urns ; Boeotia , robb'd of filver ...
Page 127
... fays fhe , " What brings me here ; heaven is no place for me . " You'll fee , when night has cover'd all things o'er , " Jove's starry bastard and triumphant whore Ufurp the heavens ; you'll fee them proudly roll " In their new orbs ...
... fays fhe , " What brings me here ; heaven is no place for me . " You'll fee , when night has cover'd all things o'er , " Jove's starry bastard and triumphant whore Ufurp the heavens ; you'll fee them proudly roll " In their new orbs ...
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Page 326 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Page 221 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 325 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Page 333 - Lucius, art thou here ? — thou art too good ! — Let this our friendship live between our children; Make Portius .happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas! poor man, he weeps! — Marcia, my daughter — — O bend me forward ! — Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Page 270 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Page 200 - This is wonderfully diverting to the understanding: thus to receive a precept that enters, as it were, through a by-way, and to apprehend an idea that draws a whole train after it.
Page 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Page 247 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...
Page 151 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.