The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 191790 |
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... say the host should be descry'd By fenfe , define a body glorify'd ? Impaffable , and penetrating parts ? Let them declare by what mysterious arts He shot that body through th ' oppofing might Of bolts and bars impervious to the light ...
... say the host should be descry'd By fenfe , define a body glorify'd ? Impaffable , and penetrating parts ? Let them declare by what mysterious arts He shot that body through th ' oppofing might Of bolts and bars impervious to the light ...
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... say , Or how he was inftructed in his youth , And by tradition's force upheld the truth . The Panther fmil'd at this ; and when , faid fhe , Were those first councils difallow'd by me ? Or where did I at fure tradition ftrike , Provided ...
... say , Or how he was inftructed in his youth , And by tradition's force upheld the truth . The Panther fmil'd at this ; and when , faid fhe , Were those first councils difallow'd by me ? Or where did I at fure tradition ftrike , Provided ...
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... Say which of yours his charity offends : You know he largely gives to more than are his friends . Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor ? Our mite decreases nothing of your store . I am but few , and by your fare you fee My crying ...
... Say which of yours his charity offends : You know he largely gives to more than are his friends . Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor ? Our mite decreases nothing of your store . I am but few , and by your fare you fee My crying ...
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... say I will not , but I cannot disobey . On this firm principle I ever stood ; He of my fons who fails to make it good , By one rebellious act renounces to my blood . Ah , faid the Hind , how many fons have you , Who call you mother ...
... say I will not , but I cannot disobey . On this firm principle I ever stood ; He of my fons who fails to make it good , By one rebellious act renounces to my blood . Ah , faid the Hind , how many fons have you , Who call you mother ...
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... say that , look the reformation round , No treatife of humility is found . But if none were , the gofpel does not want ; Our Saviour preach'd it , and I hope you grant , The fermon on the mount was protestant . } No No doubt , reply'd ...
... say that , look the reformation round , No treatife of humility is found . But if none were , the gofpel does not want ; Our Saviour preach'd it , and I hope you grant , The fermon on the mount was protestant . } No No doubt , reply'd ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...