The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volym 31804 |
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... death's harbinger ? must the , With him expiring , feel mortality ? Is death , fin's wages , grace's now ? shall art Make us more learned , only to depart ? If merit be disease ; if virtue death ; To be good , not to be ; who'd then ...
... death's harbinger ? must the , With him expiring , feel mortality ? Is death , fin's wages , grace's now ? shall art Make us more learned , only to depart ? If merit be disease ; if virtue death ; To be good , not to be ; who'd then ...
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... death , Amidit his fad attendants groans and cries The lines of that ador'd forgiving face , Distorted from their native grace ; An iron flumber fat on his majestic eyes . The pious Duke -- Forbear audacious Mufe No terms thy teeble art ...
... death , Amidit his fad attendants groans and cries The lines of that ador'd forgiving face , Distorted from their native grace ; An iron flumber fat on his majestic eyes . The pious Duke -- Forbear audacious Mufe No terms thy teeble art ...
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... death like Hezekiah's , was deferr'd : Against the fun the shadow went ; Five days , thofe five degrees , were lent To form our patience and prepare th ' event . The fecond caufes took the fwift command , The medicinal head , the ready ...
... death like Hezekiah's , was deferr'd : Against the fun the shadow went ; Five days , thofe five degrees , were lent To form our patience and prepare th ' event . The fecond caufes took the fwift command , The medicinal head , the ready ...
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... Death did his promis'd hopes destroy : He toil'd , he gain'd , but liv'd not to enjoy . What mifts of Providence are thefe Through which we cannot fee ! So faints , by fupernatural power set free , Are left at laft in martyrdom to die ...
... Death did his promis'd hopes destroy : He toil'd , he gain'd , but liv'd not to enjoy . What mifts of Providence are thefe Through which we cannot fee ! So faints , by fupernatural power set free , Are left at laft in martyrdom to die ...
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... death had found no entrance by her fin . So the not only had preserv'd from ill Her fex and ours , but liv'd their pattern ftill , Love and obedience to her lord the bore ; She much obey'd him , but she lov'd him more : Not aw'd to duty ...
... death had found no entrance by her fin . So the not only had preserv'd from ill Her fex and ours , but liv'd their pattern ftill , Love and obedience to her lord the bore ; She much obey'd him , but she lov'd him more : Not aw'd to duty ...
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againſt arms bear becauſe Befides blood breaſt caft call'd caufe cauſe death defcends defign'd defire earth Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fear feas fecret fecure feek feems feen fenfe fent feven fhades fhall fhore fhould fide field fight fince fing fire firft firſt fkies flain flames fleep flood foes fome foon foul fpread ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword gods grace ground hafte hand heart heaven himſelf HIPPOLITUS honour Jove juft king labour laft laſt Latian lefs loft lov'd LYCON mighty mind moſt Mufe muft muſt night numbers nymph o'er Phædra plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe prefent prince purſue queen race rage rais'd reft rifing ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Trojan Turnus verfe whofe wife winds worfe youth
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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.