The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томове 15–16Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... bear faces and the infcriptions of the great . Indeed it is fit for armour , to bear off insults , and preserve the wearer in the day of battle but the danger once re- pelled , it is laid afide by the brave , as a garment too rough for ...
... bear faces and the infcriptions of the great . Indeed it is fit for armour , to bear off insults , and preserve the wearer in the day of battle but the danger once re- pelled , it is laid afide by the brave , as a garment too rough for ...
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... bear the reins in any foreign hand . At your approach , they crouded to the port ; And , fcarcely landed , you create a court : As Ormond's harbinger , to you they run ; For Venus is the promise of the fun . The waste of civil wars ...
... bear the reins in any foreign hand . At your approach , they crouded to the port ; And , fcarcely landed , you create a court : As Ormond's harbinger , to you they run ; For Venus is the promise of the fun . The waste of civil wars ...
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... bears , That mortal blifs fhould laft for length of years , She caft us headlong from our high estate , And here in hope of thy return we wait : And long have waited in the temple nigh , Built to the gracious goddefs Clemency . But ...
... bears , That mortal blifs fhould laft for length of years , She caft us headlong from our high estate , And here in hope of thy return we wait : And long have waited in the temple nigh , Built to the gracious goddefs Clemency . But ...
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... bear away the dead , But with their lifelefs limbs his hounds are fed : At this the fhriek'd aloud ; the mournful train Echo'd her grief , and , groveling on the plain , With groans , and hands upheld , to move his mind , Befought his ...
... bear away the dead , But with their lifelefs limbs his hounds are fed : At this the fhriek'd aloud ; the mournful train Echo'd her grief , and , groveling on the plain , With groans , and hands upheld , to move his mind , Befought his ...
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... bear like men , than vainly seek to shun . Nor of my bonds , faid Palamon again , Nor of unhappy planets I complain ; But when my mortal anguish caus'd my cry , That moment I was hurt through either eye ; Fire'd with a random shaft , I ...
... bear like men , than vainly seek to shun . Nor of my bonds , faid Palamon again , Nor of unhappy planets I complain ; But when my mortal anguish caus'd my cry , That moment I was hurt through either eye ; Fire'd with a random shaft , I ...
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Страница 126 - Divines can say but what themselves believe ; Strong proofs they have, but not demonstrative ; For, were all plain, then all sides must agree, And faith itself be lost in certainty. To live uprightly then is sure the best, To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest. The soul of Arcite went where heathens go Who better live than we, though less they know.
Страница 251 - 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 Ogilbys have translated?
Страница 148 - Nor must we understand the language only of the poet, but his particular turn of thoughts and expression, which are the characters that distinguish, and as it were individuate, him from all other writers. When we are come thus far, it is time to look into ourselves ; to conform our genius to his, to give his thought either the same turn, if our tongue will bear it, or if not, to vary but the dress, not to alter or destroy the substance.
Страница 43 - Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality; and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph ; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance.
Страница 26 - One of our late great poets is sunk in his reputation because he could never forgive any conceit which came in his way; but swept like a drag-net great and small.
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Страница 28 - I need say little of his parentage, life, and fortunes : they are to be found at large in all the editions of his works. He was employed abroad and favoured by Edward the Third, Richard the Second, and Henry the Fourth, and was poet, as I suppose, to all three of them.
Страница 69 - Of fortune, fate, or Providence complain? God gives us what he knows our wants require...
Страница 122 - The' attentive audience, thus his will declared: " The cause and spring of motion, from above Hung down on earth the golden chain of love: Great was the" effect, and high was his intent, When peace among the jarring seeds he sent. Fire, flood, and earth, and air, by this were bound, And love, the common link, the new creation crown'd.
Страница 124 - Than just to die when I began to live ! Vain men, how vanishing a bliss we crave, Now warm in love, now withering in the grave ! Never, O ! never more to see the sun ! Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone ! This fate is common ; but I lose my breath Near bliss, and yet not bless'd before my death.