The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 27Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... spread , With yellow harvests and the flowery mead , Displays a wild uncultivated face , Which bushy brakes and brambles vile disgrace : No human footstep prints th ' untrodden green , No chearful maid nor villager is seen . Ev'n in her ...
... spread , With yellow harvests and the flowery mead , Displays a wild uncultivated face , Which bushy brakes and brambles vile disgrace : No human footstep prints th ' untrodden green , No chearful maid nor villager is seen . Ev'n in her ...
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... spread the ball : roll . 130 135 } 143 The moon no more her well - known course shall run , But rife from western waves , and meet the fun ; Ungovern'd shall she quit her ancient way , Herself ambitious to supply the day : Confufion ...
... spread the ball : roll . 130 135 } 143 The moon no more her well - known course shall run , But rife from western waves , and meet the fun ; Ungovern'd shall she quit her ancient way , Herself ambitious to supply the day : Confufion ...
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... spread , Uprears fome ancient oak his reverend head ; Chaplets and facred gifts his boughs adorn , And spoils of war by mighty heroes worn . But , the first vigour of his root now gone , He ftands dependent on his weight alone ; All ...
... spread , Uprears fome ancient oak his reverend head ; Chaplets and facred gifts his boughs adorn , And spoils of war by mighty heroes worn . But , the first vigour of his root now gone , He ftands dependent on his weight alone ; All ...
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... spread city caft thy fight ! Ye Phrygian gods , who guard the Julian line ! Ye myfteries of Romulus divine ! Thou , Jove ! to whom from young Afcanius came Thy Alban temple , and thy Latian name : And thou , immortal facred Vestal flame ...
... spread city caft thy fight ! Ye Phrygian gods , who guard the Julian line ! Ye myfteries of Romulus divine ! Thou , Jove ! to whom from young Afcanius came Thy Alban temple , and thy Latian name : And thou , immortal facred Vestal flame ...
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... spreads His weighty wing o'er Offa's piney heads : At once the noisy groves are all inclin'd , And , bending , roar beneath the sweeping wind ; At once their rattling branches all they rear , And drive the leafy clamour through the air ...
... spreads His weighty wing o'er Offa's piney heads : At once the noisy groves are all inclin'd , And , bending , roar beneath the sweeping wind ; At once their rattling branches all they rear , And drive the leafy clamour through the air ...
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Æneid againſt amidſt arms Behold beneath blood bold Boötes brave breaſt Cæfar Cato's caufe cauſe Celtiberians chief Colchians command croud death diftant dreadful earth enfigns Euphrates Ev'n facred fafe faid fame fatal fate fear feas feek feems feen fhade fhall fhore fhould fide field fierce fight fink firft firſt fix'd flain flames flaughter fled flood foldier fome foon forfook fortune fought foul ftand ftill ftream ftrong fuch fupplies fwelling fword Gaul gods hafte hand himſelf hoftile horrid impious laſt Latian lefs length loft looſe Lucan moſt muſt Nero o'er paffage paſt peace Pharfalia Phocis plac'd plain Pompey Pompey's rage reft rifing riſe rofe Roman Rome Scythians ſhall ſhore ſkies ſky ſpoke ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood Sulpitius Verulanus ſwift taſk thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand trembling vaft vanquish'd victor Virgil Whofe winds wrath yield
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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 123 - 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 123 - 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...
Страница 12 - Msenas, when with ivy bridles bound, She led the spotted lynx, then Evion rung around ; Evion from woods and floods repairing echos sound.
Страница 48 - Still seemed he to possess and fill his place; But stood the shadow of what once he was ; So in the field with Ceres...
Страница 124 - Massilians, from th' encompass'd wall, Rejoiced to see the sylvan honours fall : They hope such power can never prosper long, Nor think the patient gods will bear the wrong. The...
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.