The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... happy youth , he cry'd ; For whom thy fates reserve so fair a bride ! He figh'd , and had no leisure more to say : His honour call'd his eyes another way , And forc'd him to purfue the now neglected prey . There ftood a foreft on the ...
... happy youth , he cry'd ; For whom thy fates reserve so fair a bride ! He figh'd , and had no leisure more to say : His honour call'd his eyes another way , And forc'd him to purfue the now neglected prey . There ftood a foreft on the ...
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... happy Oeneus ftill allow One fon , while Theftius ftands depriv'd of two ? Better three loft , than one unpunish'd go . Take then , dear ghofts , ( while yet admitted new In hell you wait my duty ) take your due : A coftly offering on ...
... happy Oeneus ftill allow One fon , while Theftius ftands depriv'd of two ? Better three loft , than one unpunish'd go . Take then , dear ghofts , ( while yet admitted new In hell you wait my duty ) take your due : A coftly offering on ...
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... Happy Ancæus , thrice aloud he cry'd , With what becoming fate in arms he dy'd ! Then call'd his brothers , fifters , fire , around , And her to whom his nuptial vows were bound ; Perhaps his mother ; a long figh he drew , And , his ...
... Happy Ancæus , thrice aloud he cry'd , With what becoming fate in arms he dy'd ! Then call'd his brothers , fifters , fire , around , And her to whom his nuptial vows were bound ; Perhaps his mother ; a long figh he drew , And , his ...
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... happy pair : Now old in love ; though little was their ftore , Inur'd to want , their poverty they bore , Nor aim'd at wealth , profeffing to be poor . For mafter or for fervant here to call , Was all alike , where only two were all ...
... happy pair : Now old in love ; though little was their ftore , Inur'd to want , their poverty they bore , Nor aim'd at wealth , profeffing to be poor . For mafter or for fervant here to call , Was all alike , where only two were all ...
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... happy day is juft at hand , To bind our hearts in Hymen's holy band : Our hearts , but not our bodies : Thus accurs'd , In midst of water I complain of thirst . Why com'ft thou , Juno , to these barren rites , To blefs a bed defrauded ...
... happy day is juft at hand , To bind our hearts in Hymen's holy band : Our hearts , but not our bodies : Thus accurs'd , In midst of water I complain of thirst . Why com'ft thou , Juno , to these barren rites , To blefs a bed defrauded ...
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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.
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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...