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 11
... hell's triple porter captivate , Was overcome himfelf by conquering Fate . The Roman Tully's pleating eloquence , Which in the ears did lock up every fenfe Of the rapt hearer ; his mellifluous breath Could not at all charm unremorfelefs ...
... hell's triple porter captivate , Was overcome himfelf by conquering Fate . The Roman Tully's pleating eloquence , Which in the ears did lock up every fenfe Of the rapt hearer ; his mellifluous breath Could not at all charm unremorfelefs ...
Pagina 28
... 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 all oracles broke , Yet ftill in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke ; Nay , with the worst of ...
... 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 all oracles broke , Yet ftill in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke ; Nay , with the worst of ...
Pagina 32
... hell thought oft fit ; Ah ! wretched man , curs'd by too good a wit ! If not all this your ftubborn hearts can fright , Think on the Weft , think on the Cornish might ; The Saxon fury , to that far - ftretch'd place , Drove the torn ...
... hell thought oft fit ; Ah ! wretched man , curs'd by too good a wit ! If not all this your ftubborn hearts can fright , Think on the Weft , think on the Cornish might ; The Saxon fury , to that far - ftretch'd place , Drove the torn ...
Pagina 35
... hell . Repent , wild man ! or you ' ll ne'er change , I fear , The fentence of your own defcending there . Yet modeftly they use the Creed ; for they Would take the Lord's - Prayer root and branch away : And wifely faid a Levite of our ...
... hell . Repent , wild man ! or you ' ll ne'er change , I fear , The fentence of your own defcending there . Yet modeftly they use the Creed ; for they Would take the Lord's - Prayer root and branch away : And wifely faid a Levite of our ...
Pagina 40
... hell was by its prifoner captive led , And the great flayer , Death , flain by the dead . Methinks I hear of murdered men the voice , Mixt with the murderers ' confufed noife , These verfes were not included among thofe which Mr. Cowley ...
... hell was by its prifoner captive led , And the great flayer , Death , flain by the dead . Methinks I hear of murdered men the voice , Mixt with the murderers ' confufed noife , These verfes were not included among thofe which Mr. Cowley ...
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
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