Poems by Cowley, Waller, Butler, Denham, Dryden, and Pomfret, Numéros 77 à 79
Johnson, 1810 - 220 pages
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acts Addison appear arms bear beauty behold blood break bright brother Cæsar Cato Cato's cause charms dead death dreadful Enter ev'n eyes face fair fall fame fate father fear fields force fortune friends give gods grace griefs grow hand happy hast head hear heart heaven honour hope it's Italy Juba kind king light live looks Lord lost Lucia Marc Marcia Marcus mind Muse nature never o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poet poor Portius praise prince rest rise Roman Rome round scenes Sempronius senate sense shade shine sight soft soul sound stand stream sure sweet sword Syph Syphax tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts tremble true turn virtue whole winds young youth
Page 24 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - 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?
Page 82 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes...
Page 19 - 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.
Page 21 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Page 21 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 7 - A watchtower once ; but now, so fate ordains. Of all the pile an empty name remains. From its...
Page 4 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.