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 v
... rich but these , to say the truth , were fo beggarly , that I myself was afhamed to wear them . It was in vain for me , that I avoided cenfure by the concealment of my own writings , if my reputation could be thus executed in effigie ...
... rich but these , to say the truth , were fo beggarly , that I myself was afhamed to wear them . It was in vain for me , that I avoided cenfure by the concealment of my own writings , if my reputation could be thus executed in effigie ...
Pagina x
... rich crops out of these grounds ; the heart of the foil was not then wrought out with continual tillage : but what can we expect now , who come a gleaning , not after the first reapers , but after the very beggars ? Befides , though ...
... rich crops out of these grounds ; the heart of the foil was not then wrought out with continual tillage : but what can we expect now , who come a gleaning , not after the first reapers , but after the very beggars ? Befides , though ...
Pagina 18
... rich folly gilded ; when The quondam dung - boat is made gay , Just like the bravery of the men , And graces with fresh paint that day ; i When th ' city fhines with flags and pageants there , And fatin doublets , feen not twice a year ...
... rich folly gilded ; when The quondam dung - boat is made gay , Just like the bravery of the men , And graces with fresh paint that day ; i When th ' city fhines with flags and pageants there , And fatin doublets , feen not twice a year ...
Pagina 21
... rich blood was fpent with gains , But that which fwells their children's veins . Why fit we 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 ...
... rich blood was fpent with gains , But that which fwells their children's veins . Why fit we 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 ...
Pagina 23
... rich and art refin'd ; Yet fhall thy rings give place to none , But only that which must thy marriage bind . PROLOGUE TO THE GUARDIAN : BEFORE THE PRINCE . Waris falle , was never honour'd fo as now . When you appear , great Prince ...
... rich and art refin'd ; Yet fhall thy rings give place to none , But only that which must thy marriage bind . PROLOGUE TO THE GUARDIAN : BEFORE THE PRINCE . Waris falle , was never honour'd fo as now . When you appear , great Prince ...
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.
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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...