The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volúmenes23-25Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his poft , Leffen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods poffeft the middle space , That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass ; Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
... soul , O'erlook the foe , advantag'd by his poft , Leffen his numbers , and contract his host ; Though fens and floods poffeft the middle space , That unprovok'd they would have fear'd to pass ; Nor fens nor floods can stop Britannia's ...
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... human breast : Drawn at full length by your immortal lines , In Cato's foul , as in her heaven the fhines . All - Souls - College , Oxon . DIGBY COTES . LEFT LEFT WITH THE PRINTER BY AN UNKNOWN HAND . Now 242 ADDISON'S POEMS .
... human breast : Drawn at full length by your immortal lines , In Cato's foul , as in her heaven the fhines . All - Souls - College , Oxon . DIGBY COTES . LEFT LEFT WITH THE PRINTER BY AN UNKNOWN HAND . Now 242 ADDISON'S POEMS .
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... soul by tender strokes of art , T To raise the genius , and to mend the heart , To make mankind in conscious virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the Tragic - Muse first trod the stage , Commanding ...
... soul by tender strokes of art , T To raise the genius , and to mend the heart , To make mankind in conscious virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the Tragic - Muse first trod the stage , Commanding ...
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... soul , Speak all fo movingly in his behalf , I dare not truft myself to hear him talk . LUCIA . Why will you fight against so sweet a passion , And steel your heart to fuch a world of charms ? MARCI A. How , Lucia ! would't thou have me ...
... soul , Speak all fo movingly in his behalf , I dare not truft myself to hear him talk . LUCIA . Why will you fight against so sweet a passion , And steel your heart to fuch a world of charms ? MARCI A. How , Lucia ! would't thou have me ...
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... soul . MARCIA . Let us not , Lucia , aggravate our forrows , But to the gods permit th ' event of things . Our lives , difcolour'd with our present woes , May ftill grow bright , and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid ftream ...
... soul . MARCIA . Let us not , Lucia , aggravate our forrows , But to the gods permit th ' event of things . Our lives , difcolour'd with our present woes , May ftill grow bright , and smile with happier hours . So the pure limpid ftream ...
Términos y frases comunes
æther affert Amadis arms beauty bleft breaſt bright Cæfar Cato caufe cauſe charms courſe death defign defire deſpair divine earth Epicurus ev'n eyes fafe faid fame fate fatire fecret feems fenfe fhall fhine fhould fhow fight fince fire firft firſt fkies flame foft folar fome foul fpring ftand ftill ftreams ftrong fubject fuch fure fword Georgic gods heart heaven himſelf honour itſelf Jove JUBA juft juſt laſt lefs loft LUCIA Lucretius Marcia mighty mind moſt motion Mufe muft muſt nature numbers nymph o'er ORIANA Ovid paffion pain Peleus Pentheus pleaſe pleaſure Poet Portius praiſe purſue rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill Syphax thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe verfe virtue whofe winds youth САТО
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Página 314 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 313 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Página 215 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Página 211 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 33 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Página 43 - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
Página 258 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Página 98 - Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Página 150 - Preserves the beauteous youth from being seen, No mountains rise, nor oceans flow between. A shallow water hinders my embrace ; And yet the lovely mimic wears a face That kindly smiles, and when I bend to join My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint, Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant. My charms an easy conquest have obtain'd O'er other hearts, by thee alone disdain'd. But why should I despair ? I'm sure he burns With equal flames, and languishes by...
Página 209 - To all my weak Complaints and Cries Thy Mercy lent an Ear, Ere yet my feeble Thoughts had learnt To form themselves in Pray'r. Unnumber'd Comforts to my Soul Thy tender Care bestow'd, Before my Infant Heart conceiv'd From whom those Comforts flow'd. When in the slipp'ry Paths of Youth With heedless Steps I ran, Thine Arm unseen convey'd me safe And led me up to Man...