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 x
... Land yield incomparably more poetical variety than the voyages of Ulyffes or Æneas ? Are the obfolete thread - bare tales of Thebes and Troy half fo ftored with great , heroical , and fupernatural actions ( fince verfe will needs find ...
... Land yield incomparably more poetical variety than the voyages of Ulyffes or Æneas ? Are the obfolete thread - bare tales of Thebes and Troy half fo ftored with great , heroical , and fupernatural actions ( fince verfe will needs find ...
Pagina 18
... land bleft Peace doth bring , All neighbour countries envying . Happy who did remain Unborn till Charles's reign ! Where , dreaming chemicks ! is your pain and coft ? How is your oil , how is your labour loft ! Our Charles , bleft ...
... land bleft Peace doth bring , All neighbour countries envying . Happy who did remain Unborn till Charles's reign ! Where , dreaming chemicks ! is your pain and coft ? How is your oil , how is your labour loft ! Our Charles , bleft ...
Pagina 28
... Land , Yet thither it infallibly does guide , And from afar ' tis all defcry'd . ON THE DEATH OF MR . CRASHAW . OET and Saint ! to thee alone are given POET The two moft facred names of Earth and Heaven ; The hard and rareft union which ...
... Land , Yet thither it infallibly does guide , And from afar ' tis all defcry'd . ON THE DEATH OF MR . CRASHAW . OET and Saint ! to thee alone are given POET The two moft facred names of Earth and Heaven ; The hard and rareft union which ...
Pagina 30
... The fea , that crowns our kings and all their land . Thus poor they leave him , their bafe pride and fcorn , As poor as thefe , now mighty men , were born : Your foaring fouls they meet with triumph , all Led 30 COWLEY'S POEMS .
... The fea , that crowns our kings and all their land . Thus poor they leave him , their bafe pride and fcorn , As poor as thefe , now mighty men , were born : Your foaring fouls they meet with triumph , all Led 30 COWLEY'S POEMS .
Pagina 44
... land ? " If you will fay - Few perfons upon earth Did , more than he , deferve to have A life exempt from fortune and the grave ; Whether you look upon his birth And ancestors , whofe fame ' s fo widely spread- But ancestors , alas ...
... land ? " If you will fay - Few perfons upon earth Did , more than he , deferve to have A life exempt from fortune and the grave ; Whether you look upon his birth And ancestors , whofe fame ' s fo widely spread- But ancestors , alas ...
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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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...