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Pagina 49
... rise , Awake , and open your unwilling eyes : God hath left nothing for each age undone , From this to that wherein he fent his Son : Then think but well of him , and half your work is done . See how his church , adorn'd with every ...
... rise , Awake , and open your unwilling eyes : God hath left nothing for each age undone , From this to that wherein he fent his Son : Then think but well of him , and half your work is done . See how his church , adorn'd with every ...
Pagina 62
... rise , And what thou didst and doft fo dearly prize , That fame , that darling fame , make that thy facrifice . ' Tis nothing thou hast given , then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years : ' Tis nothing yet , yet all thou ...
... rise , And what thou didst and doft fo dearly prize , That fame , that darling fame , make that thy facrifice . ' Tis nothing thou hast given , then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years : ' Tis nothing yet , yet all thou ...
Pagina 87
... rise before the light ! What if his dull forefathers us'd that cry , Could he not let a bad example die ? The world was fallen into an easier way ; This age knew better than to fast and pray . Good fenfe in facred worship would appear ...
... rise before the light ! What if his dull forefathers us'd that cry , Could he not let a bad example die ? The world was fallen into an easier way ; This age knew better than to fast and pray . Good fenfe in facred worship would appear ...
Pagina 98
... this Son an aufpice to the new . Our wants exact at least that moderate stay : For fee the dragon winged on his way , To watch the travail , and devour the prey . Of , Or , if allufions may not rise so high , 98 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... this Son an aufpice to the new . Our wants exact at least that moderate stay : For fee the dragon winged on his way , To watch the travail , and devour the prey . Of , Or , if allufions may not rise so high , 98 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
Pagina 99
Samuel Johnson. Or , if allufions may not rise so high , Thus , when Alcides rais'd his infant cry , The fnakes befieg'd his young divinity : But vainly with their forked tongues they threat ; For oppofition makes a hero great . To ...
Samuel Johnson. Or , if allufions may not rise so high , Thus , when Alcides rais'd his infant cry , The fnakes befieg'd his young divinity : But vainly with their forked tongues they threat ; For oppofition makes a hero great . To ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volume 14,Pagina 2 Samuel Johnson Volledige weergave - 1779 |
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Pagina 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Pagina 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Pagina 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Pagina 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Pagina 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Pagina 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Pagina 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Pagina 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Pagina 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Pagina 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.