The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томове 15–16Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fall fome drops of pity on our grief , If what we beg be just , and we deserve relief : For none of us , who now thy grace implore , But held the rank of fovereign queen before ; Till , thanks to giddy chance , which never bears , That ...
... fall fome drops of pity on our grief , If what we beg be just , and we deserve relief : For none of us , who now thy grace implore , But held the rank of fovereign queen before ; Till , thanks to giddy chance , which never bears , That ...
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... fall ; The fweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I tranfgrefs , I keep the greater , while I break the lefs ; And both are mad alike , fince neither can poffefs . Both hopeless to be ranfom ...
... fall ; The fweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I tranfgrefs , I keep the greater , while I break the lefs ; And both are mad alike , fince neither can poffefs . Both hopeless to be ranfom ...
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... fall in fight , or I : This while he thinks , he lifts aloft his dart ; A generous chilnefs feizes every part " : The veins pour back the blood , and fortify the heart . Thus pale they meet ; their eyes with fury burn ; None greets ...
... fall in fight , or I : This while he thinks , he lifts aloft his dart ; A generous chilnefs feizes every part " : The veins pour back the blood , and fortify the heart . Thus pale they meet ; their eyes with fury burn ; None greets ...
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... falls And intercepts her lord betwixt the walls : The whole divifion that to Mars pertains ,, All trades of death that ... fall` ; The last triumvirs , and the wars they move , And Anthony , who loft the world for love . Thefe , and a ...
... falls And intercepts her lord betwixt the walls : The whole divifion that to Mars pertains ,, All trades of death that ... fall` ; The last triumvirs , and the wars they move , And Anthony , who loft the world for love . Thefe , and a ...
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... falling on his knees before her shrine , He thus implor'd with prayers her power divine . Creator Venus , genial power of love , } The blifs of men below , and Gods above ! Beneath the fliding fun thou runn'ft thy race , Doft fairest ...
... falling on his knees before her shrine , He thus implor'd with prayers her power divine . Creator Venus , genial power of love , } The blifs of men below , and Gods above ! Beneath the fliding fun thou runn'ft thy race , Doft fairest ...
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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.
Страница 97 - There breathes not scarce a man on British ground (An isle for love and arms of old...
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.