The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 27Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... yield : Her impious fons have her worst foes surpass'd , And Roman hands have laid Hefperia waste . 65 70 But if our fates feverely have decreed No way but this for Nero to fucceed ; If only thus our heroes can be gods , And earth must ...
... yield : Her impious fons have her worst foes surpass'd , And Roman hands have laid Hefperia waste . 65 70 But if our fates feverely have decreed No way but this for Nero to fucceed ; If only thus our heroes can be gods , And earth must ...
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... yield , 222 } 230 235 240 Old age came creeping in the peaceful gown , 245 And civil functions weigh'd the foldier down ; E Difus'd Difus'd to arms , he turn'd him to the laws LUCAN'S PHARSALIA , Book I. 49 Like the fam'd Sabine dames ...
... yield , 222 } 230 235 240 Old age came creeping in the peaceful gown , 245 And civil functions weigh'd the foldier down ; E Difus'd Difus'd to arms , he turn'd him to the laws LUCAN'S PHARSALIA , Book I. 49 Like the fam'd Sabine dames ...
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... yields to none , And wears the honours of the grove alone . But Cæfar's greatness , and his ftrength , was more Than paft renown and antiquated power ; ' Twas not the fame of what he once had been , Or tales in old records and annals ...
... yields to none , And wears the honours of the grove alone . But Cæfar's greatness , and his ftrength , was more Than paft renown and antiquated power ; ' Twas not the fame of what he once had been , Or tales in old records and annals ...
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... yield , That blush'd 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 fpar'd to stain the guilty fword with ...
... yield , That blush'd 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 fpar'd to stain the guilty fword with ...
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... yield ; And foreign tenants reap the harvest now , Where once the great Dictator held the plow . Rome , ever fond of war , was tir'd with ease ; Ev'n liberty had loft the power to please : Hence rage and wrath their ready minds invade ...
... yield ; And foreign tenants reap the harvest now , Where once the great Dictator held the plow . Rome , ever fond of war , was tir'd with ease ; Ev'n liberty had loft the power to please : Hence rage and wrath their ready minds invade ...
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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...
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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.