The Works of the English Poets: Denham and YaldenSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... rage ? Was ' t luxury , or luft ? Was he fo temperate , so chaste , so just ? Were thefe their crimes ? They were his own much more : But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor ; Who , having spent the treasures of his crown ...
... rage ? Was ' t luxury , or luft ? Was he fo temperate , so chaste , so just ? Were thefe their crimes ? They were his own much more : But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor ; Who , having spent the treasures of his crown ...
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... rage , without o'erflowing full . Heaven her Eridanus no more fhall boaft , Whofe fame in thine , like leffer current , ' s loft ; Thy nobler ftreams fhall vifit Jove's abodes , To fhine among the * stars , and bathe the gods . Here ...
... rage , without o'erflowing full . Heaven her Eridanus no more fhall boaft , Whofe fame in thine , like leffer current , ' s loft ; Thy nobler ftreams fhall vifit Jove's abodes , To fhine among the * stars , and bathe the gods . Here ...
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... rage fo defperate to essay An element more merciless than they . But fearless they purfue , nor can the flood Quench their dire thirst ; alas , they thirst for blood . So towards a fhip the oar - finn'd gallies ply , Which wanting sea ...
... rage fo defperate to essay An element more merciless than they . But fearless they purfue , nor can the flood Quench their dire thirst ; alas , they thirst for blood . So towards a fhip the oar - finn'd gallies ply , Which wanting sea ...
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... , for me what fate attends } Caught by my foes , condemned by my friends , Incenfed Troy a wretched captive feeks To facrifice ; a fugitive , the Greeks . To To pity this complaint our former rage Converts , we 22 POEMS . DENHAM'S.
... , for me what fate attends } Caught by my foes , condemned by my friends , Incenfed Troy a wretched captive feeks To facrifice ; a fugitive , the Greeks . To To pity this complaint our former rage Converts , we 22 POEMS . DENHAM'S.
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Samuel Johnson. To pity this complaint our former rage Converts , we now enquire his parentage , What of their counfels or ... rage ? on me , for all The Greeks , let your revenging fury fall . C 4 Ulyffes Ulyffes this , th ' Atride this ...
Samuel Johnson. To pity this complaint our former rage Converts , we now enquire his parentage , What of their counfels or ... rage ? on me , for all The Greeks , let your revenging fury fall . C 4 Ulyffes Ulyffes this , th ' Atride this ...
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Страница 13 - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants ; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Страница 55 - Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate, And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear ; He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jason brought the golden fleece ; To him that language, though to none Of th' others, as his own was known.
Страница 12 - But to be restless in a worse extreme ? And for that lethargy was there no cure But to be cast into a calenture ; Can knowledge have no bound, but...
Страница 13 - But free and common as the sea or wind; When he to boast or to disperse his stores Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Brings home to us, and...
Страница 55 - Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, He did not steal, but emulate! And when he would like them appear, •/ Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear...
Страница 16 - All instruments, all arts of ruin met; He calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, His winged heels, and then his armed head; With these t' avoid, with that his fate to meet; But fear prevails and bids him trust his feet.
Страница 11 - A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Страница 18 - Though prodigal of life, disdains to die By common hands; but, if he can descry Some nobler foe approach, to him he calls, And begs his fate, and then contented falls. So when the king a mortal shaft lets fly...
Страница 49 - Prithee die and set me free, Or else be Kind and brisk, and gay like me; I pretend not to the wise ones, To the grave, to the grave, Or the precise ones. Tis not Cheeks, nor Lips nor Eyes, That I prize, Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies, If wise thou wilt appear, and knowing, Repartie, Repartie To what I'm doing. Prithee why the Room so dark? Not a Spark Left to light me to the mark ; I love day-light and a candle, And to see, and to see, As well as handle.
Страница 11 - Th' adjoining abbey fell. (May no such storm Fall on our times, where ruin must reform!) Tell me, my Muse! what monstrous dire offence, What crime could any Christian king incense To such a rage ? Was't luxury or lust ? Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ? Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor...