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 5
... night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why doft thou vex him , Love ? Could't thou but fee , Thou would ... night was gone , he faw the rifing day . So , when we once have wafted forrow's night , The fun of comfort then ...
... night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why doft thou vex him , Love ? Could't thou but fee , Thou would ... night was gone , he faw the rifing day . So , when we once have wafted forrow's night , The fun of comfort then ...
Pagina 8
... night . But ere Aurora , usher to the day , Began with welcome luftre to appear , The lovers rife , and at that cranny they Thus to each other their thoughts open lay , With many a figh and many a speaking tear ; Whofe grief the pitying ...
... night . But ere Aurora , usher to the day , Began with welcome luftre to appear , The lovers rife , and at that cranny they Thus to each other their thoughts open lay , With many a figh and many a speaking tear ; Whofe grief the pitying ...
Pagina 12
... night , Binfh'd , and for fhame clos'd in his bafiful light , While 1 , with leaden Morpheus overcome , The Mufe whom I adore enter'd the room ; Her hair with loofer curiofity Did on her comely back difhevel'd lie : Her eyes with fuch ...
... night , Binfh'd , and for fhame clos'd in his bafiful light , While 1 , with leaden Morpheus overcome , The Mufe whom I adore enter'd the room ; Her hair with loofer curiofity Did on her comely back difhevel'd lie : Her eyes with fuch ...
Pagina 14
... night a January : From the grave city brow ( For though it want an R , it has The letter of Pythagoras ) Keep me , O fortune , now ! And chines of beef innumerable fend me , Or from the ftomach of the guard defend me . This only grant ...
... night a January : From the grave city brow ( For though it want an R , it has The letter of Pythagoras ) Keep me , O fortune , now ! And chines of beef innumerable fend me , Or from the ftomach of the guard defend me . This only grant ...
Pagina 23
... night , The faithful diamond keeps his native light , And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray , That would be more oppref ' d than help'd by day . Your foul then moft fhew'd her unconquer'd power , Was ftronger and more armed than the ...
... night , The faithful diamond keeps his native light , And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray , That would be more oppref ' d than help'd by day . Your foul then moft fhew'd her unconquer'd power , Was ftronger and more armed than the ...
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...