The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 15–16. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Page 113
... winds , and poison'd air , Are mine , and wilful death , resulting from despair . The throtling quinfey ' tis my ftar appoints , And rheumatisms afcend to rack the joints : When churls rebel against their native prince , I arm their ...
... winds , and poison'd air , Are mine , and wilful death , resulting from despair . The throtling quinfey ' tis my ftar appoints , And rheumatisms afcend to rack the joints : When churls rebel against their native prince , I arm their ...
Page 118
... winds forfaking feas more foftly blow ; When at the western gate , on which the car Is plac'd aloft , that bears the God of war , Proud Arcite entering arm'd before his train , Stops at the barrier , and divides the plain . Red was his ...
... winds forfaking feas more foftly blow ; When at the western gate , on which the car Is plac'd aloft , that bears the God of war , Proud Arcite entering arm'd before his train , Stops at the barrier , and divides the plain . Red was his ...
Page 119
... wind restores the day . They look anew : the beauteous form of fight Is chang'd , and war appears a grizly fight . Two troops in fair array one moment show'd , The next , a field with fallen bodies ftrow'd : Not half the number in their ...
... wind restores the day . They look anew : the beauteous form of fight Is chang'd , and war appears a grizly fight . Two troops in fair array one moment show'd , The next , a field with fallen bodies ftrow'd : Not half the number in their ...
Page 149
... winds their fails fupply'd , Within a trading - town they long abide , Full fairly fituate on a haven's fide . One evening it befel , that looking out , The wind they long had wifh'd was come about : Well - pleas'd they went to reft ...
... winds their fails fupply'd , Within a trading - town they long abide , Full fairly fituate on a haven's fide . One evening it befel , that looking out , The wind they long had wifh'd was come about : Well - pleas'd they went to reft ...
Page 151
... wind , Or that fome rock below her bottom rent ; But down at once with all her crew fhe went : Her fellow fhips from far her lofs descry'd ; But only she was funk , and all were fafe befide . By this example you are taught again , That ...
... wind , Or that fome rock below her bottom rent ; But down at once with all her crew fhe went : Her fellow fhips from far her lofs descry'd ; But only she was funk , and all were fafe befide . By this example you are taught again , That ...
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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.