The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 27

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Samuel Johnson
C. Bathurst, 1779
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Страница 66 - If dying mortals' doom they sing aright, No ghosts descend to dwell in dreadful night: No parting souls to grisly Pluto go, Nor seek the dreary, silent, shades below; But forth they fly, immortal in their kind, And other bodies in new worlds they find. Thus life for ever runs its endless race, And, like a line, death but divides the space — A stop, which can but for a moment last, A point between the future and the past.
Страница 137 - Then, eager, caught an axe, and aimed a blow. Deep sunk, within a violated oak, The wounding edge, and thus the warrior spoke : — " Now, let no doubting hand the task decline ; Cut you the wood, and let the guilt be mine.
Страница 6 - Homer, of a fwarm of bees hovering about them in their cradle, is likewife told of Lucan, and probably with equal truth: but whether true or not, it is a proof of the high efteem paid to him by the ancients, as a poet. He was hardly eight months old when he was brought from his native country to Rome...
Страница 137 - To rise from earth, and spring with dusky green; With sparkling flames the trees unburning shine, And round their boles prodigious serpents twine. The pious worshippers approach not near, But shun their gods, and kneel with distant fear: The priest himself, when or the day or night Rolling have reach'd their full meridian height, Refrains the gloomy paths with wary feet, Dreading the demon of the grove to meet; Who, terrible to sight, at that fix'd hour Still treads the round about his dreary bower.
Страница 53 - Since faith is broke, and leagues are fet afide, -\ Henceforth thou, goddefs Fortune, art my guide; > Let fate and war the great event decide.
Страница 49 - twas a valour, restless, unconfined, Which no success could sate, nor limits bind ; 'Twas shame, a soldier's shame, untaught to yield, That blushed for nothing but an ill-fought field; Fierce in his hopes he was, nor knew to stay, Where vengeance or ambition led the way ; Still prodigal of war whene'er withstood, Nor...
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Страница 67 - Thus Fear does half the work of lying Fame, And cowards thus their own misfortunes frame; By their own feigning fancies are betray'd, And groan beneath those ills themselves have Nor these alarms the crowd alone infest, [made.

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