The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 191790 |
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... beauty make their boast , Though beautiful is well in pious loft ; So loft as ftar - light is diffolv'd away , And melts into the brightnefs of the day ; Or gold about the royal diadem , Loft to improve the luftre of the gem . What can ...
... beauty make their boast , Though beautiful is well in pious loft ; So loft as ftar - light is diffolv'd away , And melts into the brightnefs of the day ; Or gold about the royal diadem , Loft to improve the luftre of the gem . What can ...
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... beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poefy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauch'd their charge . Like fome ...
... beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poefy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauch'd their charge . Like fome ...
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... beauty , your inheritance : So great a foul , fuch sweetness join'd in one , Could only fpring from noble Grandifon . You , like the ftars , not by reflection bright , Are born to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
... beauty , your inheritance : So great a foul , fuch sweetness join'd in one , Could only fpring from noble Grandifon . You , like the ftars , not by reflection bright , Are born to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
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... beauty , fhews a master's hand . EPISTLE THE FIFTH . TO THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , ON HIS EXCEL- LENT ESSAY ON TRANSLATED VERSE . WE 7HETHER the fruitful Nile , or Tyrian fhore , The feeds of arts and infant science bore , ' Tis fure the ...
... beauty , fhews a master's hand . EPISTLE THE FIFTH . TO THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , ON HIS EXCEL- LENT ESSAY ON TRANSLATED VERSE . WE 7HETHER the fruitful Nile , or Tyrian fhore , The feeds of arts and infant science bore , ' Tis fure the ...
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... beauty , and the court of love , The Mufes droop'd , with their forsaken arts , And the fad Cupids broke their useless darts : Our fruitful plains to wilds and defarts turn'd , Like Eden's face , when banifh'd man it mourn'd . Love was ...
... beauty , and the court of love , The Mufes droop'd , with their forsaken arts , And the fad Cupids broke their useless darts : Our fruitful plains to wilds and defarts turn'd , Like Eden's face , when banifh'd man it mourn'd . Love was ...
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againſt AMYNTAS beaſt Becauſe befide beft beſt boaſt call'd cauſe church cloſe confcience damn'd defign'd durft eaſe Engliſh EPILOGUE ev'n facred fafely faid fair faith fame fate fatire fave fear fects feen fenfe fhall fighing fight fince firft firſt foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure grace gueſt heaven herſelf himſelf Hind honour houſe juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs LODOWICK CARLELL loft lov'd moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never o'er Panther paſs play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prince PROLOGUE raiſe reft reſt rife ſay ſcarce ſcenes ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſhown ſky ſpace ſpeak ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtore thefe themſelves there's theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure truft twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD uſe virtue Whigs whofe whoſe wife wiſh worſe
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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...