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 1
... doth greet Approaching fummer ; teeth , like falling fnow For white , were placed in a double row . Her wit , excelling praife , even all admire ; Her fpeech was fo attractive it might be A caufe to raise the mighty Pallas ' ire , And ...
... doth greet Approaching fummer ; teeth , like falling fnow For white , were placed in a double row . Her wit , excelling praife , even all admire ; Her fpeech was fo attractive it might be A caufe to raise the mighty Pallas ' ire , And ...
Pagina 2
... doth transcend , " Grant that her charming beauty I may fee ! " For ever view thofe eyes , whofe charming light , " More than the world befides , does please my fight . " Those who contemn thy facred deity , Laugh at thy power , make ...
... doth transcend , " Grant that her charming beauty I may fee ! " For ever view thofe eyes , whofe charming light , " More than the world befides , does please my fight . " Those who contemn thy facred deity , Laugh at thy power , make ...
Pagina 3
... doth not know The inward torment of my mind . And all the feufelefs walls , which are Now round about me , cannot hear ; II . For , if they could , they fure would weep , And with my griefs relent : Unless their willing tears they keep ...
... doth not know The inward torment of my mind . And all the feufelefs walls , which are Now round about me , cannot hear ; II . For , if they could , they fure would weep , And with my griefs relent : Unless their willing tears they keep ...
Pagina 4
... doth command . At laft refolv'd : " How fhall I feek , " faid he , " T ' excufe myself , deareft Philocrates ! " That I from thee have hid this fecrecy ? " Yet cenfure not ; give ine firfl leave to cafe " My cafe with words : my grief ...
... doth command . At laft refolv'd : " How fhall I feek , " faid he , " T ' excufe myself , deareft Philocrates ! " That I from thee have hid this fecrecy ? " Yet cenfure not ; give ine firfl leave to cafe " My cafe with words : my grief ...
Pagina 5
... doth lie " To kill or fave , Oh ! help , or else I die . " His gently cruel love did thus reply ; " I for your pain am grieved , and would do , Without impeachment of my chastity " And honour , any thing might pleasure you . " But , if ...
... doth lie " To kill or fave , Oh ! help , or else I die . " His gently cruel love did thus reply ; " I for your pain am grieved , and would do , Without impeachment of my chastity " And honour , any thing might pleasure you . " But , if ...
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...