The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 30. köide1790 |
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... speak the undertaker's want of ftrength , I'll try to make their several beauties known , And fhow their verfes worth , though not my own , Long had our dull forefathers slept supine , Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine ; Till ...
... speak the undertaker's want of ftrength , I'll try to make their several beauties known , And fhow their verfes worth , though not my own , Long had our dull forefathers slept supine , Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine ; Till ...
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... and I die well pleas'd . " He ended here , and now profuse of tears In fuppliant mood fell proftrate at our feet ; We bade him speak from whence , and what he was , And how by stress of fortune funk thus low ; MILTON's STYLE IMITATED . 47.
... and I die well pleas'd . " He ended here , and now profuse of tears In fuppliant mood fell proftrate at our feet ; We bade him speak from whence , and what he was , And how by stress of fortune funk thus low ; MILTON's STYLE IMITATED . 47.
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... speak ; Gods may defcend in factions from the skies , And rivers from their oozy beds arise ; Fiction may deck the truth with spurious rays , And round the hero cast a borrow'd blaze . Marlborough's exploits appear divinely bright , And ...
... speak ; Gods may defcend in factions from the skies , And rivers from their oozy beds arise ; Fiction may deck the truth with spurious rays , And round the hero cast a borrow'd blaze . Marlborough's exploits appear divinely bright , And ...
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... death " And I deserve it , let me die by Jove ; " If I must perish by the force of fire , " Let me transfix'd with thunderbolts expire . 66 See , whilft I speak , my breath the 1 4 OVID'S METAMORPHOSES , Book II . 119.
... death " And I deserve it , let me die by Jove ; " If I must perish by the force of fire , " Let me transfix'd with thunderbolts expire . 66 See , whilft I speak , my breath the 1 4 OVID'S METAMORPHOSES , Book II . 119.
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English poets. 66 See , whilft I speak , my breath the vapours choke , ( For now her face lay wrapt in clouds of fmoke ) " See my fing'd hair , behold my faded eye , " And wither'd face , where heaps of cinders lie ! " And does the ...
English poets. 66 See , whilft I speak , my breath the vapours choke , ( For now her face lay wrapt in clouds of fmoke ) " See my fing'd hair , behold my faded eye , " And wither'd face , where heaps of cinders lie ! " And does the ...
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ÆNEID æther againſt amidſt arms atque behold blood bluſhes breaſt Britiſh Cadmus Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe death DECIUS deſcribed deſcription eaſe Ev'n eyes faid fame fate father fays fecret fhall fhining fide fight fire firft firſt fome forrows foul friends ftand ftill ftorms ftreams ftrength fubject fuch fword Georgic goddeſs gods grief heart heaven himſelf Jove JUBA laſt loft LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pentheus Phaeton pleaſe pleaſure Poet PORTIUS praiſe prince purſue rage raiſe reft reſt rife riſe Roman Rome ſcenes ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtill ſtood ſuch SYPHAX tears thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thunder toils verſe view'd Virgil virgin virtue Whilft winds wiſh youth
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Page 232 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 338 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Page 236 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Page 232 - In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.
Page 337 - 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 284 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 259 - 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.
Page 117 - Their stated course, and leave the beaten track. The youth was in a maze, nor did he know Which way to turn the reins, or where to go ; Nor wou'd the horses, had he known, obey.
Page 233 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Page 261 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.