The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volym 191790 |
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Sida 19
... virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then , like her injur'd lion , let me speak ? He cannot bend her , and he would not break . Unkind already , and eftrang'd in part , The wolf begins to ...
... virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then , like her injur'd lion , let me speak ? He cannot bend her , and he would not break . Unkind already , and eftrang'd in part , The wolf begins to ...
Sida 29
... virtue we by faith receive , And that we in the facrament believe . Then faid the Hind , as you the matter state , Not only Jefuits can equivocate ; For real , as you now the word expound , From folid fubftance dwindles to a found ...
... virtue we by faith receive , And that we in the facrament believe . Then faid the Hind , as you the matter state , Not only Jefuits can equivocate ; For real , as you now the word expound , From folid fubftance dwindles to a found ...
Sida 32
... virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I : Though Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation ; And Luther , more mistaking what he read ...
... virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I : Though Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation ; And Luther , more mistaking what he read ...
Sida 55
... virtue fpooms before a profperous gale , My heaving wishes help to fill the fail ; And if my prayers for all the brave were heard , Cæfar should still have fuch , and fuch should still reward . E 4 The The labour'd earth your pains have ...
... virtue fpooms before a profperous gale , My heaving wishes help to fill the fail ; And if my prayers for all the brave were heard , Cæfar should still have fuch , and fuch should still reward . E 4 The The labour'd earth your pains have ...
Sida 61
... virtue of her blade , nor would Pollute her fatire with ignoble blood : Her panting foe fhe faw before her eye , And back the drew the shining weapon dry . So when the generous Lion has in fight His equal match , he rouzes for the fight ...
... virtue of her blade , nor would Pollute her fatire with ignoble blood : Her panting foe fhe faw before her eye , And back the drew the shining weapon dry . So when the generous Lion has in fight His equal match , he rouzes for the fight ...
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againſt AMYNTAS beaſt Becauſe befide beft beſt boaſt call'd cauſe church cloſe confcience damn'd defign'd durft eaſe Engliſh EPILOGUE ev'n facred fafely faid fair faith fame fate fatire fave fear fects feen fenfe fhall fighing fight fince firft firſt foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure grace gueſt heaven herſelf himſelf Hind honour houſe juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs LODOWICK CARLELL loft lov'd moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never o'er Panther paſs play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prince PROLOGUE raiſe reft reſt rife ſay ſcarce ſcenes ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſhown ſky ſpace ſpeak ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtore thefe themſelves there's theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure truft twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD uſe virtue Whigs whofe whoſe wife wiſh worſe
Populära avsnitt
Sida 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Sida 194 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Sida 219 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Sida 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Sida 19 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Sida 216 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Sida 214 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Sida 112 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Sida 219 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy ! Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame...
Sida 19 - These gross, half-animated lumps I leave; Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive. But if they think at all, 'tis sure no higher Than matter, put in motion, may aspire: Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay; So drossy, so divisible are...