Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 sidor |
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... fall fome Drops of Pity on our Grief , ! : If what we beg be just , and we deserve Relief : For none of us , who now thy Grace implore , But held the Rank of Sovereign Queen before ; Till , thanks to giddy Chance , which never bears ...
... fall fome Drops of Pity on our Grief , ! : If what we beg be just , and we deserve Relief : For none of us , who now thy Grace implore , But held the Rank of Sovereign Queen before ; Till , thanks to giddy Chance , which never bears ...
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... fall ;. Law is to Things which to free Choice relate ; Love is not in our Choice , but in our Fate : Laws are but pofitive : Love's Pow'r , we fee , Is Nature's Sanction , and her first Decree . Each Day we break the Bond of Human Laws ...
... fall ;. Law is to Things which to free Choice relate ; Love is not in our Choice , but in our Fate : Laws are but pofitive : Love's Pow'r , we fee , Is Nature's Sanction , and her first Decree . Each Day we break the Bond of Human Laws ...
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... fall ; The sweeping Deluge , Love , comes on , and co- vers all . If then the Laws of Friendship I tranfgrefs , I keep the Greater , while I break the Lefs ; And both are mad alike , fince neither can poffefs . Both hopeless to be ...
... fall ; The sweeping Deluge , Love , comes on , and co- vers all . If then the Laws of Friendship I tranfgrefs , I keep the Greater , while I break the Lefs ; And both are mad alike , fince neither can poffefs . Both hopeless to be ...
Sida 21
... fall at home ; Murder'd by those they trusted with their Life , A favour'd Servant , or a Bofom Wife . Such dear - bought Bleffings happen ev'ry Day , Because we know not for what Things to pray . Like drunken Sots about the Streets we ...
... fall at home ; Murder'd by those they trusted with their Life , A favour'd Servant , or a Bofom Wife . Such dear - bought Bleffings happen ev'ry Day , Because we know not for what Things to pray . Like drunken Sots about the Streets we ...
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... , and fees His Course at Distance by the bending Trees ; And thinks , Here comes my mortal Enemy , And either he muft fall in Fight , or I ; This while he thinks , he lifts aloft his Dart 38 Palamon and Arcite : Or , BOOK II .
... , and fees His Course at Distance by the bending Trees ; And thinks , Here comes my mortal Enemy , And either he muft fall in Fight , or I ; This while he thinks , he lifts aloft his Dart 38 Palamon and Arcite : Or , BOOK II .
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Fables Antient and Modern;: Translated Into Verse, from Homer, Ovid ..., Volym 2 John Dryden Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1771 |
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Sida 374 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Sida 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Sida 371 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Sida 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Sida 373 - 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 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Sida 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Sida 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...