The Works of the English Poets: Buckingham and LansdowneSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... blood a thousand rivers yield ; Whofe ftreams , opprefs'd with carcaffes and bones , Instead of gentle murmurs , pour forth groans . Within this vale a famous temple stands , Old as the world itself , which it commands ; Round is its ...
... blood a thousand rivers yield ; Whofe ftreams , opprefs'd with carcaffes and bones , Instead of gentle murmurs , pour forth groans . Within this vale a famous temple stands , Old as the world itself , which it commands ; Round is its ...
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... blood must one day stain thy hand ! O thou , who every eye that fees the light Closeft for ever in the fhades of night ! Goddefs , attend , and hearken to my grief , To which thy power alone can give relief . Alas ! I afk not to defer ...
... blood must one day stain thy hand ! O thou , who every eye that fees the light Closeft for ever in the fhades of night ! Goddefs , attend , and hearken to my grief , To which thy power alone can give relief . Alas ! I afk not to defer ...
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... of charms , Fell cold and breathlefs in her lover's arms . Goddess , who now my fate hast understood , Spare but my tears , and freely take my blood : C 2 Here Here let me end the story of my cares ; THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 19.
... of charms , Fell cold and breathlefs in her lover's arms . Goddess , who now my fate hast understood , Spare but my tears , and freely take my blood : C 2 Here Here let me end the story of my cares ; THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 19.
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... blood , and Priam's ancient race , Which I would fhew I valued , if I durft ; You are the fifth from Jove , but I the first , The crown of Troy is powerful , I confefs , But I have reafon to think ours no lefs . Your letter , fill'd ...
... blood , and Priam's ancient race , Which I would fhew I valued , if I durft ; You are the fifth from Jove , but I the first , The crown of Troy is powerful , I confefs , But I have reafon to think ours no lefs . Your letter , fill'd ...
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... blood : In fuch a caufe , want is a happy state , Ev'n low difgrace would be a glorious fate ; And death itself , when noble fame survives , More to be valued than a thousand lives . But ' tis not furely of fo fair renown To fpill ...
... blood : In fuch a caufe , want is a happy state , Ev'n low difgrace would be a glorious fate ; And death itself , when noble fame survives , More to be valued than a thousand lives . But ' tis not furely of fo fair renown To fpill ...
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Amadis ARCABON ARCALAUS arms beauty behold beſt bleffing bleft breaſt bright Brutus caufe cauſe charms CONSTANTIUS death deferve defire delight deſpair deſtroy difdain Effay ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatires fcorn fear fecret feem fenfe fhall fhining fhould fighs fight fince fing firft firſt flame flave foft fome fong foul fpirits ftill ftrong fuch fure fweet goddeſs gods grace grief happy heart heaven HENRY PURCELL himſelf honour immortal inſpires itſelf Jove joys juft juſt kings laft languiſhing laſt lefs loft lov'd Love's lover Marcus Brutus mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Myra nymph Oriana paffion pain paſt Peleus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe prefent rage raiſe reafon reft ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhine ſtars ſtate ſtill ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand trembling Vex'd whofe whoſe wife worfe wretched
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Страница 4 - Your essay of poetry, which was published without a name, and of which I was not honoured with the confidence, I read over and over with much delight, and as much instruction : and, without flattering you, or making myself more moral than I am, not without some envy. I was loth to be informed how an epic poem should be written, or how a tragedy should be contrived and managed, in better verse, and with more judgment, than I could teach others.