The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 371790 |
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... state , Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate . The Bird of Heaven then cry'd aloud : " Jove bids difperfe the murmuring crowd ; The God rejects your idle prayers . Would ye , rebellious Mutineers ! Entirely change your name and nature ...
... state , Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate . The Bird of Heaven then cry'd aloud : " Jove bids difperfe the murmuring crowd ; The God rejects your idle prayers . Would ye , rebellious Mutineers ! Entirely change your name and nature ...
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... state , and copy me . Seek ye to thrive ? In flattery deal ; Your fcorn , your hate , with that conceal . Seem only to regard your friends , But use them for your private ends . E 4 45 Stint Stint not to truth the flow of wit ; Be FABLE ...
... state , and copy me . Seek ye to thrive ? In flattery deal ; Your fcorn , your hate , with that conceal . Seem only to regard your friends , But use them for your private ends . E 4 45 Stint Stint not to truth the flow of wit ; Be FABLE ...
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... state The Council met in grand debate . A Colt , whose eye - balls flam'd with ire , Elate with ftrength and youthful fire , In haste stept forth before the reft , And thus the listening throng addreft . " Good Gods ! how abject is our ...
... state The Council met in grand debate . A Colt , whose eye - balls flam'd with ire , Elate with ftrength and youthful fire , In haste stept forth before the reft , And thus the listening throng addreft . " Good Gods ! how abject is our ...
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... OF DEATH . DEATH , on a folemn night of state , In all his pomp of terror fate : Th ' attendants of his gloomy reign , Diseases dire , a ghaftly train ! Crowd Crowd the vast court . With hollow tone , 5 112 GAY'S POEMS .
... OF DEATH . DEATH , on a folemn night of state , In all his pomp of terror fate : Th ' attendants of his gloomy reign , Diseases dire , a ghaftly train ! Crowd Crowd the vast court . With hollow tone , 5 112 GAY'S POEMS .
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... state . 35 40 Shall not my Fable cenfure vice , 45 Because a knave is over - nice ? And , left the guilty hear and dread , Shall not the decalogue be read ? If I lash vice in general fiction , Is ' t I apply , or self - conviction ? 50 ...
... state . 35 40 Shall not my Fable cenfure vice , 45 Because a knave is over - nice ? And , left the guilty hear and dread , Shall not the decalogue be read ? If I lash vice in general fiction , Is ' t I apply , or self - conviction ? 50 ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Afide againſt Alexis beauty befide beneath bofom breaſt cauſe CLEANTHES cloſe confefs court cries defcend deſpair difgrace DIONE Dione's diſguiſe dy'd e'er Evander eyes FABLE FABLE fafe faid falfe fame fate faultering fays fcorn fecret feek fhade fhall fhould fide fighs fight firſt flain flame flies fome fool forrows foul friendſhip ftand ftate ftill ftrength fuch fudden fwain fylvan Guife hand hate hath hear heart honeft honour hour houſe juſt knaves LAURA loft LYCIDAS maid Menalcas mind moſt muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion PARTHENIA plain pleaſure Plutus praiſe pride purſue race rais'd raiſe ravenous band reft reply'd rife rofe SCENE ſhake ſhall ſhare ſhe SHEPHERD ſhow ſkill ſome ſpeak ſtate ſteps tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tongue truſt Twas vex'd Whene'er whofe Whoſe wife wretch XXXVII
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