The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томове 15–16Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... fear of being taxed with fuperftition . Boccace comes last to be confidered , who , living in the fame age with Chaucer , had the fame genius , and followed the fame ftudies : both writ novels , and each of them cultivated his mother ...
... fear of being taxed with fuperftition . Boccace comes last to be confidered , who , living in the fame age with Chaucer , had the fame genius , and followed the fame ftudies : both writ novels , and each of them cultivated his mother ...
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... befieg'd , and how much blood it coft The female army and th ' Athenian hoft ; The fpoufals of Hippolita the queen ; What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen ; E 4 } } The The form at their return , the ladies fear : [ 55 ]
... befieg'd , and how much blood it coft The female army and th ' Athenian hoft ; The fpoufals of Hippolita the queen ; What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen ; E 4 } } The The form at their return , the ladies fear : [ 55 ]
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... fear : But thefe , and other things , I must forbear . The field is fpacious I design to fow , With oxen far unfit to draw the plow : The remnant of my tale is of a length To tire your patience , and to wafte my strength ; And trivial ...
... fear : But thefe , and other things , I must forbear . The field is fpacious I design to fow , With oxen far unfit to draw the plow : The remnant of my tale is of a length To tire your patience , and to wafte my strength ; And trivial ...
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... fun . A thick spread foreft near the city lay , To this with lengthen'd ftrides he took his way For far he could not fly , and fear'd the day ) . Safe Safe from purfuit , he meant to fhun the light 76 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... fun . A thick spread foreft near the city lay , To this with lengthen'd ftrides he took his way For far he could not fly , and fear'd the day ) . Safe Safe from purfuit , he meant to fhun the light 76 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
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... fears , and moves more flowly on . So may thy tender bloffoms fear no blight , Nor goats with venom'd teeth thy tendrils bite , As thou shalt guide my wandering feet to find The fragrant greens I feek , my brows to bind . His vows ...
... fears , and moves more flowly on . So may thy tender bloffoms fear no blight , Nor goats with venom'd teeth thy tendrils bite , As thou shalt guide my wandering feet to find The fragrant greens I feek , my brows to bind . His vows ...
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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.