The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 21804 |
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Pagina 4
... Still live in torment , yet each minute die . " " Who is it , " faid Philocrates , " can move " With charming eyes fuch deep affection ? " I may perhaps affift you in your love ; " Two can effect more than yourself alone . My counsel ...
... Still live in torment , yet each minute die . " " Who is it , " faid Philocrates , " can move " With charming eyes fuch deep affection ? " I may perhaps affift you in your love ; " Two can effect more than yourself alone . My counsel ...
Pagina 21
... still , our spirits wrapt in lead ? Not like them whilft they liv'd , but now they're dead . V ON THE DEATH OF SIR ANTHONY VANDYKE , THE FAMOUS PAINTER . ANDYKE is dead ; but what bold Mufe fhall dare ( Though poets in that word with ...
... still , our spirits wrapt in lead ? Not like them whilft they liv'd , but now they're dead . V ON THE DEATH OF SIR ANTHONY VANDYKE , THE FAMOUS PAINTER . ANDYKE is dead ; but what bold Mufe fhall dare ( Though poets in that word with ...
Pagina 25
... Still with his foul fevere account he kept , Weeping all debts out ere he flept ; Then down in peace and innocence he lay , Like the fun's laborious light , Which still in water fets at night , Unfullied with his journey of the day ...
... Still with his foul fevere account he kept , Weeping all debts out ere he flept ; Then down in peace and innocence he lay , Like the fun's laborious light , Which still in water fets at night , Unfullied with his journey of the day ...
Pagina 28
... Still the old Heathen gods in Numbers dwell ; The heavenlieft thing on earth ftill keeps up hell ! Nor have we yet quite purg'd the Chriftian land Still idols here , like calves at Bethel , stand . And , though Pan's death long fince ...
... Still the old Heathen gods in Numbers dwell ; The heavenlieft thing on earth ftill keeps up hell ! Nor have we yet quite purg'd the Chriftian land Still idols here , like calves at Bethel , stand . And , though Pan's death long fince ...
Pagina 32
... Still they rebellions ' ends remember well , Since Lucifer the great , their fhining captain fell . For this the bells they ring , and not in vain ; Well might they all ring out for thousands flain ; For this the bonfires their glad ...
... Still they rebellions ' ends remember well , Since Lucifer the great , their fhining captain fell . For this the bells they ring , and not in vain ; Well might they all ring out for thousands flain ; For this the bonfires their glad ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Angels beafts becauſe befides beft beſt caft call'd caufe death defign defire doft doth earth elfe ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fatire fear feat feek feem feen fenfe fent ferve feven fhall fhine fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt flain flame fleep fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftars ftate ftill ftrength fuch fure fword glory hafte hand hath heart Heaven Hell himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs light live loft Lord mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paft perfon Pindar pleaſe pleaſure pow'r prefent Quoth reafon reft rife Satan ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand turn'd twas uſe vaft verfe Whilft whofe wife worfe
Populaire passages
Pagina 195 - And they said, Go to, let us build us a city, and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven ; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.
Pagina 141 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Pagina 24 - The birds their quire apply; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves while universal Pan Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance Led on the eternal spring...
Pagina 142 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pagina 140 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Pagina 156 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 11 - O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death...
Pagina 152 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Pagina 141 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...