The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 15–16. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... length of time , as taking up feven years at leaft ; but Ariftotle has left undecided the duration of the action ; which yet is eafily reduced into the com- pals of a year , by a narration of what preceded the re- turn turn of Palamon ...
... length of time , as taking up feven years at leaft ; but Ariftotle has left undecided the duration of the action ; which yet is eafily reduced into the com- pals of a year , by a narration of what preceded the re- turn turn of Palamon ...
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... length have rollid around the liquid space , At certain periods they resume their place , From the same point of heaven their course advance , And move in measures of their former dance ; Thus , after length of ages , she returns ...
... length have rollid around the liquid space , At certain periods they resume their place , From the same point of heaven their course advance , And move in measures of their former dance ; Thus , after length of ages , she returns ...
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... length have roll'd around the liquid space , At certain periods they resume their place , From the fame point of heaven their course advance , And move in measures of their former dance ; Thus , after length of ages , fhe returns ...
... length have roll'd around the liquid space , At certain periods they resume their place , From the fame point of heaven their course advance , And move in measures of their former dance ; Thus , after length of ages , fhe returns ...
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... length To tire your patience , and to wafte my strength ; And trivial accidents fhall be forborn , That others may have time to take their turn ; As was at firft enjoin'd us by mine hoft : That he whose tale is best , and pleases most ...
... length To tire your patience , and to wafte my strength ; And trivial accidents fhall be forborn , That others may have time to take their turn ; As was at firft enjoin'd us by mine hoft : That he whose tale is best , and pleases most ...
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... length of years , She caft us headlong from our high estate , And here in hope of thy return we wait : And long have waited in the temple nigh , Built to the gracious goddefs Clemency . But reverence thou the power whofe name it bears ...
... length of years , She caft us headlong from our high estate , And here in hope of thy return we wait : And long have waited in the temple nigh , Built to the gracious goddefs Clemency . But reverence thou the power whofe name it bears ...
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Achilles ¯neid againſt Ajax Arcite arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe behold beſt betwixt blood breaſt caft call'd caufe cauſe Ceyx Chaucer Cinyras cry'd death defcend defire earth Eurytion Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feas fecond fecret fecure feems feen fenfe fent fhall fhore fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fkies flain flame fome foon fought foul ftill ftreams fubject fuch fuffer fword Goddeſs Gods grace Grecian hand heart heaven himſelf honour huſband Iphis join'd Jove king laft laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd maid mind muſt myſelf night nymph o'er Ovid Palamon Pirithous pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praiſe prefent Priam purſued rais'd reafon reft reſt rifing ſaid ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflation Virgil whofe whoſe wife words wound youth
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Page 126 - Divines can say but what themselves believe ; Strong proofs they have, but not demonstrative ; For, were all plain, then all sides must agree, And faith itself be lost in certainty. To live uprightly then is sure the best, To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest. The soul of Arcite went where heathens go Who better live than we, though less they know.
Page 251 - What English readers, unacquainted with Greek or Latin, will believe me, or any other man, when we commend those authors, and confess we derive all that is pardonable in us from their fountains, if they take those to be the same poets, whom our Ogilbys have translated?
Page 148 - Nor must we understand the language only of the poet, but his particular turn of thoughts and expression, which are the characters that distinguish, and as it were individuate, him from all other writers. When we are come thus far, it is time to look into ourselves ; to conform our genius to his, to give his thought either the same turn, if our tongue will bear it, or if not, to vary but the dress, not to alter or destroy the substance.
Page 43 - Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality; and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph ; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance.
Page 26 - One of our late great poets is sunk in his reputation because he could never forgive any conceit which came in his way; but swept like a drag-net great and small.
Page 97 - There breathes not scarce a man on British ground (An isle for love and arms of old...
Page 28 - I need say little of his parentage, life, and fortunes : they are to be found at large in all the editions of his works. He was employed abroad and favoured by Edward the Third, Richard the Second, and Henry the Fourth, and was poet, as I suppose, to all three of them.
Page 69 - Of fortune, fate, or Providence complain? God gives us what he knows our wants require...
Page 122 - The' attentive audience, thus his will declared: " The cause and spring of motion, from above Hung down on earth the golden chain of love: Great was the" effect, and high was his intent, When peace among the jarring seeds he sent. Fire, flood, and earth, and air, by this were bound, And love, the common link, the new creation crown'd.
Page 124 - Than just to die when I began to live ! Vain men, how vanishing a bliss we crave, Now warm in love, now withering in the grave ! Never, O ! never more to see the sun ! Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone ! This fate is common ; but I lose my breath Near bliss, and yet not bless'd before my death.