The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... crime I punish , and a crime commit ; But blood for blood , and death for death , is fit : Great crimes must be with greater crimes repaid , And fecond funerals on the former laid . } Let And Let the whole houfhold in one ruin fall ...
... crime I punish , and a crime commit ; But blood for blood , and death for death , is fit : Great crimes must be with greater crimes repaid , And fecond funerals on the former laid . } Let And Let the whole houfhold in one ruin fall ...
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... crime , I gratulate at least my native clime , That fuch a land , which fuch a monster bore , So far is distant from our Thracian fhore . D 3 Let Let Araby extol her happy coaft , Her cinnamon and FROM OVID . 37 CINYRAS AND MYRRHA. ...
... crime , I gratulate at least my native clime , That fuch a land , which fuch a monster bore , So far is distant from our Thracian fhore . D 3 Let Let Araby extol her happy coaft , Her cinnamon and FROM OVID . 37 CINYRAS AND MYRRHA. ...
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... crime , Her plant alone deforms the happy clime : Cupid denies to have inflam'd thy heart , Difowns thy love , and vindicates his dart ; Some fury gave thee those infernal pains , And fhot her venom'd vipers in thy veins . To hate thy ...
... crime , Her plant alone deforms the happy clime : Cupid denies to have inflam'd thy heart , Difowns thy love , and vindicates his dart ; Some fury gave thee those infernal pains , And fhot her venom'd vipers in thy veins . To hate thy ...
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... crime ! But whither would my impious fancy stray ? Hence hopes , and ye forbidden thoughts away ! His worth deferves to kindle my defires , But with the love that daughters bear to fires . Then , had not Cinyras my father been , What ...
... crime ! But whither would my impious fancy stray ? Hence hopes , and ye forbidden thoughts away ! His worth deferves to kindle my defires , But with the love that daughters bear to fires . Then , had not Cinyras my father been , What ...
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... crime , in pity to the cause ; ; This faid , about her neck the noofe fhe draws The nurse , who lay without , her faithful guard , Though not the words , the murmurs overheard , And fighs and hollow founds : furpriz'd with fright , She ...
... crime , in pity to the cause ; ; This faid , about her neck the noofe fhe draws The nurse , who lay without , her faithful guard , Though not the words , the murmurs overheard , And fighs and hollow founds : furpriz'd with fright , She ...
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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...