The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 14, Страница 2H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... half human , half divine . Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate , Th ' immortal part affum'd immortal state . Of thefe a flaughter'd army lay in blood , Extended o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe ...
... half human , half divine . Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate , Th ' immortal part affum'd immortal state . Of thefe a flaughter'd army lay in blood , Extended o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe ...
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... half on trust , and half to try , Name it not faith , but bungling bigotry . Both knave and fool the merchant we may call , To pay great fums , and to compound the small : For who would break with heaven , and would not break for all ...
... half on trust , and half to try , Name it not faith , but bungling bigotry . Both knave and fool the merchant we may call , To pay great fums , and to compound the small : For who would break with heaven , and would not break for all ...
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... half - animated , lumps I leave ; Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive . But , if they think at all , ' tis sure no higher Than matter , put in motion , may aspire : Souls that can fcarce ferment their mass of clay : So ...
... half - animated , lumps I leave ; Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive . But , if they think at all , ' tis sure no higher Than matter , put in motion , may aspire : Souls that can fcarce ferment their mass of clay : So ...
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... half way down , nor lower fell ; So pois'd , fo gently she descends from high , It seems a foft difmiffion from the sky . Her houfe not ancient , whatfoe'er pretence Her clergy heralds make in her defence . A fecond century not half ...
... half way down , nor lower fell ; So pois'd , fo gently she descends from high , It seems a foft difmiffion from the sky . Her houfe not ancient , whatfoe'er pretence Her clergy heralds make in her defence . A fecond century not half ...
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... half way gone , For ' twas uneafy traveling alone ; And , in this masquerade of mirth and love , Miftook the blifs of heaven for Bacchanals above . Sure he prefum'd of praise , who came to stock Th ' etherial paftures with so fair a ...
... half way gone , For ' twas uneafy traveling alone ; And , in this masquerade of mirth and love , Miftook the blifs of heaven for Bacchanals above . Sure he prefum'd of praise , who came to stock Th ' etherial paftures with so fair a ...
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Страница 200 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Страница 199 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Страница 213 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Страница 213 - 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 210 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Страница 210 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Страница 13 - To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith, but bungling bigotry. Both knave and fool the merchant we may call, To pay great sums, and to compound the small ; For -who would break with Heaven, and would not break for all?
Страница 159 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Страница 214 - 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 110 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.