The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Cinyras my father been , What hinder'd Myrrha's hopes to be his queen ? But the perverfenefs of my fate is fuch , That he's not mine , because he ' s mine too much : D 4 Our Our kindred blood debars a better tie ; Ile might FROM OVID . 39.
... Cinyras my father been , What hinder'd Myrrha's hopes to be his queen ? But the perverfenefs of my fate is fuch , That he's not mine , because he ' s mine too much : D 4 Our Our kindred blood debars a better tie ; Ile might FROM OVID . 39.
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... ( Because the title fuited with her years ; ) And , Father , she might whifper him again , That names might not be wanting to the fin . Full of her fire , fhe left th ' inceftuous bed , And carried in her womb the crime the bred : Another ...
... ( Because the title fuited with her years ; ) And , Father , she might whifper him again , That names might not be wanting to the fin . Full of her fire , fhe left th ' inceftuous bed , And carried in her womb the crime the bred : Another ...
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... Because my fire in caves constrains the wind , Can with a breath a clamorous rage appease , They fear his whistle , and forfake the feas ; Not fo , for once , indulg'd , they fweep the main : Deaf to the call , or hearing hear in vain ...
... Because my fire in caves constrains the wind , Can with a breath a clamorous rage appease , They fear his whistle , and forfake the feas ; Not fo , for once , indulg'd , they fweep the main : Deaf to the call , or hearing hear in vain ...
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... because his name will be Ennobled by defeat , who durst contend with me . Were mine own valour question'd , yet my blood Without that plea would make my title good : My fire was Telamon , whose arms , employ'd With Hercules , thefe ...
... because his name will be Ennobled by defeat , who durst contend with me . Were mine own valour question'd , yet my blood Without that plea would make my title good : My fire was Telamon , whose arms , employ'd With Hercules , thefe ...
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Samuel Johnson. Yet ftill he lives , and lives from treafon free , Because he left Ulyffes ' company : Poor Palamede might wish , fo void of aid Rather to have been left , than so to death betray'd . The coward bore the man immortal ...
Samuel Johnson. Yet ftill he lives , and lives from treafon free , Because he left Ulyffes ' company : Poor Palamede might wish , fo void of aid Rather to have been left , than so to death betray'd . The coward bore the man immortal ...
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Страница 18 - High o'er the hearth a chine of bacon hung; Good old Philemon seized it with a prong, And from the sooty rafter drew it down, Then cut a slice, but scarce enough for one; Yet a large portion of a little Store, Which for their sakes alone he wish'd were more.
Страница 307 - Tis pleasant, safely to behold from shore The rolling ship, and hear the tempest roar; Not that another's pain is our delight, But pains unfelt produce the pleasing sight. Tis pleasant also to behold from far The moving legions mingled in the war; But much more sweet thy labouring steps to guide To virtue's heights, with wisdom well supplied, And all the magazines of learning fortified...
Страница 62 - The shape of him who suffered in the storm, And send it flitting to the Trachin court, The wreck of wretched Ceyx to report : Before his queen bid the pale spectre stand, Who begs a vain relief at Juno's hand.
Страница 22 - Speak thy desire, thou only just of men ; And thou, O woman, only worthy found To be with such a man in marriage bound.
Страница 320 - What is't to me, Who never sail in her unfaithful sea, If storms arise, and clouds grow black ; , If the mast split, and threaten wreck ? Then let the greedy merchant fear For his ill-gotten gain ; And pray to gods that will not hear, While the debating winds and billows bear His wealth into the main.
Страница 141 - I, who these mysterious truths declare, Was once Euphorbus in the Trojan war; My name, and lineage I remember well, And how in fight by Sparta's king I fell. In Argive Juno's fane I late beheld My buckler hung on high, and own'd my former shield. Then, death, so call'd, is but old matter dress'd In some new figure, and a vary'd vest: Thus all things are but alter'd, nothing dies; And here, and there th* unbody'd spirit flies.
Страница 154 - When grown to manhood he begins his reign, And with stiff pinions can his flight sustain, He lightens of its load the tree that bore His father's royal sepulchre before, And his own cradle: This (with pious care) Plac'd on his back, he cuts the buxom air, Seeks the Sun's city, and his sacred church.
Страница 269 - What English readers, unacquainted with Greek or Latin, will believe me, or any other man, when we commend those authors, and confess we derive all that is pardonable in us from their fountains, if they take those to be the same poets whom our Oglebys have translated...
Страница 84 - The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air Full at the front of the foul ravisher : He falls, and falling vomits forth a flood Of wine, and foam, and brains, and mingled blood. Half roaring, and half neighing through the hall, Arms, arms ! the double-form'd with fury call, To wreak their brother's death.
Страница 13 - Just then the hero cast a doleful cry, And in those absent flames began to fry . The blind contagion rag'd within his veins But he with manly patience bore his pains ; He fear'd not fate, but only griev'd to die Without an honest wound, and by a death so dry. Happy Ancseus, thrice aloud he cried, With what becoming fate in arms he died...