The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 31804 |
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... heart their cause . Take then , great Bard , what tribute we can raife ; Accept our thanks , for you tranfcend our praife . TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOR OF AND OF N. TATE . ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL , THUS unknown did raide HUS pious ignorance ...
... heart their cause . Take then , great Bard , what tribute we can raife ; Accept our thanks , for you tranfcend our praife . TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOR OF AND OF N. TATE . ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL , THUS unknown did raide HUS pious ignorance ...
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... heart : Of your own pomp yourself the greatest part : Loud fhouts the nation's happiness proclaim , And heaven this day is feafted with your name . Your cavalcade the fair spectators view , From their high standings , yet look up to you ...
... heart : Of your own pomp yourself the greatest part : Loud fhouts the nation's happiness proclaim , And heaven this day is feafted with your name . Your cavalcade the fair spectators view , From their high standings , yet look up to you ...
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... heart , Who love that praife in which themselves have part . By you he fits those subjects to obey , As heaven's eternal monarch does convey His power unfeen , and man to his defigns , By his bright minifters the stars , inclines . The ...
... heart , Who love that praife in which themselves have part . By you he fits those subjects to obey , As heaven's eternal monarch does convey His power unfeen , and man to his defigns , By his bright minifters the stars , inclines . The ...
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... heart to every gun he fires ! CLXXXIX . Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians fide , For honour , which they feldom fought before : And though to me unknown , they fure fought well , But now they by their own vain boafts were ty'd ...
... heart to every gun he fires ! CLXXXIX . Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians fide , For honour , which they feldom fought before : And though to me unknown , they fure fought well , But now they by their own vain boafts were ty'd ...
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... heart and eyes at ound : To the All - good his lifted hands he folds , And thanks him low on his redeemed ground . CCLXXXIV . As when sharp frosts had long constrain'd the earth A kindly thaw unlocks it with cold rain ; And frit the ...
... heart and eyes at ound : To the All - good his lifted hands he folds , And thanks him low on his redeemed ground . CCLXXXIV . As when sharp frosts had long constrain'd the earth A kindly thaw unlocks it with cold rain ; And frit the ...
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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.