Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 страници |
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... Faces and Infcriptions of the Great . Indeed ' tis fit for Armour , to bear off Infults , and preserve the Wearer in the Day of Battel : But the Danger once repell'd , ' tis laid afide by the Brave , as a Garment too rough for civil ...
... Faces and Infcriptions of the Great . Indeed ' tis fit for Armour , to bear off Infults , and preserve the Wearer in the Day of Battel : But the Danger once repell'd , ' tis laid afide by the Brave , as a Garment too rough for civil ...
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... Plantagenet , O Race Divine , ( For Beauty fill is fatal to the Line , ) Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel - Face to view , Sure he had drawn his Emily from You : Or had You liv'd , to judge the doubtful Right To Her GRACE the.
... Plantagenet , O Race Divine , ( For Beauty fill is fatal to the Line , ) Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel - Face to view , Sure he had drawn his Emily from You : Or had You liv'd , to judge the doubtful Right To Her GRACE the.
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... Face is Paradife , but fenc'd from Sin : For God in either Eye has plac'd a Cherubin . M All is Tour Lord's alone ; ev'n abfent , He Employs the Care of Chaft Penelope . For him You wafte in Tears Tour Widow'd Hours , For him Your ...
... Face is Paradife , but fenc'd from Sin : For God in either Eye has plac'd a Cherubin . M All is Tour Lord's alone ; ev'n abfent , He Employs the Care of Chaft Penelope . For him You wafte in Tears Tour Widow'd Hours , For him Your ...
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... Face . If thou art Venus , ( for thy Charms confefs That Face was form'd in Heav'n ) nor art thou lefs ; Difguis'd in Habit , undisguis'd in Shape , O help us Captives from our Chains to ' scape ; But if our Doom be past in Bonds to lie ...
... Face . If thou art Venus , ( for thy Charms confefs That Face was form'd in Heav'n ) nor art thou lefs ; Difguis'd in Habit , undisguis'd in Shape , O help us Captives from our Chains to ' scape ; But if our Doom be past in Bonds to lie ...
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... my Friend , How much more happy Fates thy Love attend ! Thine is th ' Adventure ; thine the Victory : Well has thy Fortune turn'd the Dice for thee :) Ca Thou on that Angel's Face may'st feed thy Eyes , BOOK I. 19 The Knight's Tale .
... my Friend , How much more happy Fates thy Love attend ! Thine is th ' Adventure ; thine the Victory : Well has thy Fortune turn'd the Dice for thee :) Ca Thou on that Angel's Face may'st feed thy Eyes , BOOK I. 19 The Knight's Tale .
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Страница 374 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Страница 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Страница 371 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Страница 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Страница 373 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Страница 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Страница 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Страница 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...