The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volym 31804 |
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... still had faults , and men will have them ftill ; He that hath none , and lives as angels do , Must be an angel , but what's that to you ? While mighty Lewis finds the pope too great , And dreads the yoke of his imposing seat , Our ...
... still had faults , and men will have them ftill ; He that hath none , and lives as angels do , Must be an angel , but what's that to you ? While mighty Lewis finds the pope too great , And dreads the yoke of his imposing seat , Our ...
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... still maintains the royal state . Though each in vain fuch various ills employs , Tuly he stands , and ev'n thofe ills enjoys ; No rebel zeal thy deteous land moleft , But a smooth calm foothe every peaceful breast . While in fuch ...
... still maintains the royal state . Though each in vain fuch various ills employs , Tuly he stands , and ev'n thofe ills enjoys ; No rebel zeal thy deteous land moleft , But a smooth calm foothe every peaceful breast . While in fuch ...
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... still obeys Both to deprefs her flight , and raife . Thus Mercury from heaven defcends , And to this under world his journey bends , When Jove his dread commands has given : But still , defcending , dignity maintains , As much a God ...
... still obeys Both to deprefs her flight , and raife . Thus Mercury from heaven defcends , And to this under world his journey bends , When Jove his dread commands has given : But still , defcending , dignity maintains , As much a God ...
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... Still by new maps the island might be fhewn , Of conquefts , which he ftrew'd where'er he came , Thick as the galaxy with ftars is fown . XV . His palms , though under weights they did not ftand , Still thriv'd ; no winter could his ...
... Still by new maps the island might be fhewn , Of conquefts , which he ftrew'd where'er he came , Thick as the galaxy with ftars is fown . XV . His palms , though under weights they did not ftand , Still thriv'd ; no winter could his ...
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... still too near . At home the hateful names of parties ceafe , And factious fouls are wearied into peace . The difcontented now are only they , Whofe crimes before did your just cause betray : Of thofe your edicts fome reclaim from fin ...
... still too near . At home the hateful names of parties ceafe , And factious fouls are wearied into peace . The difcontented now are only they , Whofe crimes before did your just cause betray : Of thofe your edicts fome reclaim from fin ...
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Sida 137 - 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 300 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Sida 170 - There was plenty enough, but the dishes were ill sorted; whole pyramids of sweetmeats for boys and women but little of solid meat for men. All this proceeded not from any want of knowledge, but of judgment. Neither did he want that in discerning the beauties and faults of other poets, but only...
Sida 173 - I am sensible, as I ought to be, of the scandal I have given by my loose writings ; and make what reparation I am able, by this public acknowledgment.
Sida 126 - But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown, Still with a greater Blaze she shone, And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side.
Sida 171 - We can only say that he lived in the infancy of our poetry, and that nothing is brought to perfection at the first. We must be children before we grow men. There was an Ennius, and in process of time a Lucilius, and a Lucretius, before Virgil and Horace; even after Chaucer there was a Spenser, a Harrington, a Fairfax, before Waller and Denham were in being; and our numbers were in their nonage till these last appeared.
Sida 392 - Fate's severe decree, A new Marcellus shall arise in thee! Full canisters of fragrant lilies bring, Mix'd with the purple roses of the spring: Let me with fun'ral flow'rs his body strow: This gift, which parents to their children owe, This unavailing gift, at least, I may bestow!
Sida 140 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Sida 172 - Tales the various manners and humours (as we now call them) of the whole English nation, in his age. Not a single character has escaped him. All his pilgrims are severally distinguished from each other; and not only in their inclinations, but in their very physiognomies and persons.
Sida 90 - Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds And Scythian shafts; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart; was often forc'd to fly, And doom'd to death, though fated not to die. Not so her young; for their unequal line Was hero's make, half human, half divine. Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate, Th' immortal part assum'd immortal state.