The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 5. kötetSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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3. oldal
... most pro- fitable of all other poems : therefore said by Ariftotle to be of power , by raifing pity and fear , or terror , to purge the mind of those and fuch like paffions , that is , to temper and reduce them to just measure with a ...
... most pro- fitable of all other poems : therefore said by Ariftotle to be of power , by raifing pity and fear , or terror , to purge the mind of those and fuch like paffions , that is , to temper and reduce them to just measure with a ...
13. oldal
... most 190 I would be underftood ) ; in profp'rous days They fwärm , but in adverse withdraw their head , Not to be found , though fought . Ye fee , O Friends , How many evils have inclos'd me round ; Yet that which was the worst now ...
... most 190 I would be underftood ) ; in profp'rous days They fwärm , but in adverse withdraw their head , Not to be found , though fought . Ye fee , O Friends , How many evils have inclos'd me round ; Yet that which was the worst now ...
20. oldal
... most repose and rest , I yielded , and unlock'd her all my heart , Who with a grain of manhood well refolv'd Might easily have shook off all her fnares : But foul effeminacy held me yok'd Her bond - flave ; O indignity , O blot To honor ...
... most repose and rest , I yielded , and unlock'd her all my heart , Who with a grain of manhood well refolv'd Might easily have shook off all her fnares : But foul effeminacy held me yok'd Her bond - flave ; O indignity , O blot To honor ...
22. oldal
... most with shame that ever Could have befall'n thee and thy father's house . SAMS . Father , I do acknowledge and confess That I this honor , I this pomp have brought To Dagon , and advanc'd his praises high Among the Heathen round ; to ...
... most with shame that ever Could have befall'n thee and thy father's house . SAMS . Father , I do acknowledge and confess That I this honor , I this pomp have brought To Dagon , and advanc'd his praises high Among the Heathen round ; to ...
38. oldal
... most things as a child 940 Helpless , thence easily contemn'd , and fcorn'd , And last neglected ? How wouldst thou insult , When I must live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings ...
... most things as a child 940 Helpless , thence easily contemn'd , and fcorn'd , And last neglected ? How wouldst thou insult , When I must live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings ...
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aëre aftra againſt agni Amor Atque beft beſt carmina cauſe choro cœli cœlo Dagon darkneſs Deos Deûm doft domino jam domum impaſti doth erft etiam eyes fæpe fafe fair fame fave feaſt feek fhades fhall fibi fide fing firſt foes folemn fome fong fonos foon foul fræna ftill fuch fuis habet Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf hinc Hofts honor houſe Ifrael igne illa ille ipfa ipfe jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah juſt laſt lefs licet Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi moſt Mufa Muſe muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo Phoebe praiſe PSAL Quà quæ Quàm quid quoque reſt Samfon SAMS ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſweet tamen thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tibi Tu quoque ulmo urbe weakneſs whofe
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95. oldal - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
143. oldal - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
95. oldal - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
87. oldal - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
142. oldal - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
143. oldal - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
96. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
141. oldal - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
99. oldal - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
74. oldal - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.