The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 31804 |
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... She ftruck the warlike fpear into the ground ; Which fprouting leaves did fuddenly inclose , And peaceful olives thaded as they rofe . How ftrangely active are the arts of peace , Whofe reftlefs motions lefs than wars do ceafe ! Peace ...
... She ftruck the warlike fpear into the ground ; Which fprouting leaves did fuddenly inclose , And peaceful olives thaded as they rofe . How ftrangely active are the arts of peace , Whofe reftlefs motions lefs than wars do ceafe ! Peace ...
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... She were too good to be a beast of prey ! How can I praife , or blame , and not offend , Or how divide the frailty from the friend ; Her faults and virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then ...
... She were too good to be a beast of prey ! How can I praife , or blame , and not offend , Or how divide the frailty from the friend ; Her faults and virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then ...
Page 93
... She chofe her ruin , and refign'd her life , In death undaunted as an Indian wife : Grow hard , and stiffen with adversity : A rare example ! but fome fouls we fee Yet thefe by fortune's favours are undone ; Refolv'd into a bafer form ...
... She chofe her ruin , and refign'd her life , In death undaunted as an Indian wife : Grow hard , and stiffen with adversity : A rare example ! but fome fouls we fee Yet thefe by fortune's favours are undone ; Refolv'd into a bafer form ...
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... she fought , Revolving many a melancholy thought , Alone the walk'd , and look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanish'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort ...
... she fought , Revolving many a melancholy thought , Alone the walk'd , and look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanish'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort ...
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... She thought good - manners bound her to invite The fuger dame to be her guest that night . ' Tis true , coarfe diet , and a short repast , ( She faid ) were weak inducements to the tafte Of one fo nicely bred , and fo unus'd to faft ...
... She thought good - manners bound her to invite The fuger dame to be her guest that night . ' Tis true , coarfe diet , and a short repast , ( She faid ) were weak inducements to the tafte Of one fo nicely bred , and fo unus'd to faft ...
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Page 137 - 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.
Page 300 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Page 170 - There was plenty enough, but the dishes were ill sorted; whole pyramids of sweetmeats for boys and women but little of solid meat for men. All this proceeded not from any want of knowledge, but of judgment. Neither did he want that in discerning the beauties and faults of other poets, but only...
Page 173 - I am sensible, as I ought to be, of the scandal I have given by my loose writings ; and make what reparation I am able, by this public acknowledgment.
Page 126 - But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown, Still with a greater Blaze she shone, And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side.
Page 171 - We can only say that he lived in the infancy of our poetry, and that nothing is brought to perfection at the first. We must be children before we grow men. There was an Ennius, and in process of time a Lucilius, and a Lucretius, before Virgil and Horace; even after Chaucer there was a Spenser, a Harrington, a Fairfax, before Waller and Denham were in being; and our numbers were in their nonage till these last appeared.
Page 392 - Fate's severe decree, A new Marcellus shall arise in thee! Full canisters of fragrant lilies bring, Mix'd with the purple roses of the spring: Let me with fun'ral flow'rs his body strow: This gift, which parents to their children owe, This unavailing gift, at least, I may bestow!
Page 140 - 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...
Page 172 - Tales the various manners and humours (as we now call them) of the whole English nation, in his age. Not a single character has escaped him. All his pilgrims are severally distinguished from each other; and not only in their inclinations, but in their very physiognomies and persons.
Page 90 - Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds And Scythian shafts; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart; was often forc'd to fly, And doom'd to death, though fated not to die. Not so her young; for their unequal line Was hero's make, half human, half divine. Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate, Th' immortal part assum'd immortal state.