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 7
... thee , and not thy lofs deplore ; " Thefe eyes , that faw thee kill'd , fhall fee no more . " It fhall not fure be faid that thou didst die , " And thy Conftantia live when thou waft flain : " No , no , dear foul ! I will not stay from thee ...
... thee , and not thy lofs deplore ; " Thefe eyes , that faw thee kill'd , fhall fee no more . " It fhall not fure be faid that thou didst die , " And thy Conftantia live when thou waft flain : " No , no , dear foul ! I will not stay from thee ...
Pagina 15
... thee tears to mourn for : birds fhall be , And beats , henceforth afraid to drink of thee . What have I faid ? my pious rage hath been Too hot , and acts , whilft it accufeth , fin . Thou'rt innocent , I know , ftill clear and bright ...
... thee tears to mourn for : birds fhall be , And beats , henceforth afraid to drink of thee . What have I faid ? my pious rage hath been Too hot , and acts , whilft it accufeth , fin . Thou'rt innocent , I know , ftill clear and bright ...
Pagina 22
... thee grant him now ! H O D E. ERE's to thee , Dick ; this whining love defpife ; Pledge me , my friend ; and drink till thou be'st wife . It fparkles brighter far than fhe : ' Tis pure and right , without deceit ; And fuch no woman ere ...
... thee grant him now ! H O D E. ERE's to thee , Dick ; this whining love defpife ; Pledge me , my friend ; and drink till thou be'st wife . It fparkles brighter far than fhe : ' Tis pure and right , without deceit ; And fuch no woman ere ...
Pagina 33
... thee : and next thy name Should Berkeley , Stanning , Digby , prefs to fame . Godolphin ! thee , thee Grenville ! I'd rehearse , But tears break off my verfe ! - How oft has vanquish'd Stamford backward fled ; Swift as the parted fouls ...
... thee : and next thy name Should Berkeley , Stanning , Digby , prefs to fame . Godolphin ! thee , thee Grenville ! I'd rehearse , But tears break off my verfe ! - How oft has vanquish'd Stamford backward fled ; Swift as the parted fouls ...
Pagina 39
... thee : All that fummer - hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does fow and plow ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou doft innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy ; The thepherd gladly heareth thee , More ...
... thee : All that fummer - hours produce , Fertile made with early juice . Man for thee does fow and plow ; Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou doft innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy ; The thepherd gladly heareth thee , More ...
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...