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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volym 16, Sida 4
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1779
Achilles againſt appear arms bear begin beſt better blood body Book breaſt bring cauſe command common crime death earth equal eyes face fail fair fall fame fatal fate father fear field fight fire firſt flame force gifts give Gods grace Grecian Greeks ground hand happy head hear heard heart heaven himſelf hope Jove joys kind king laſt laws leaſt leave light live look maid mind moſt mother move muſt nature never night once pain plain pleaſing Poet prayer preſent prize purſue rage reſt riſe ſaid ſame ſeas ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſoul ſtill ſtood ſuch tears thee theſe things thoſe thou thought took tranſlation Troy turn verſe Virgil Whoſe wife winds wound youth
Sida 299 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
Sida 250 - I have already hinted a word or two concerning it ; that is, the maintaining the character of an author, which distinguishes him from all others, and makes him appear that individual poet whom you would interpret.
Sida 299 - 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 77 - Immortal offspring of my brother Jove ; My brightest nephew, and whom best I love, Whose hands were join'd with mine, to raise the...
Sida 55 - I can fpare, As only decorations of the war : So Mars is arm'd for glory, not for need. 'Tis fomewhat more from Neptune to proceed,.
Sida 295 - Let him alone, with what he made, To toss and turn the world below; At his...
Sida 131 - em twinkling up in air. Take not away the life you cannot give, For all things have an equal right to live. Kill noxious creatures, where 'tis sin to save ; This only just prerogative we have: But nourish life with vegetable food, And shun the sacrilegious taste of blood.
Sida 160 - O you pow'rs above, How rude I am in all the arts of love! My hand is yet untaught to write to men: This is th...