The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томи 23 – 25Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 42
Сторінка 25
... rest . The morning ftill renews their labours past ; Then all rush out , their different tasks pursue , Sit on the bloom , and fuck the ripening dew ; Again when evening warns them to their home , With weary wings , and heavy thighs ...
... rest . The morning ftill renews their labours past ; Then all rush out , their different tasks pursue , Sit on the bloom , and fuck the ripening dew ; Again when evening warns them to their home , With weary wings , and heavy thighs ...
Сторінка 31
... rest Attend , harmonious faint , and fee Thy vocal fons of harmony ; ; Attend , harmonious faint , and hear our prayers ; Enliven all our earthly airs , d , as thou fing'st thy God , teach us to fing of thee : Tune every string and ...
... rest Attend , harmonious faint , and fee Thy vocal fons of harmony ; ; Attend , harmonious faint , and hear our prayers ; Enliven all our earthly airs , d , as thou fing'st thy God , teach us to fing of thee : Tune every string and ...
Сторінка 105
... rest , And to the winds expos'd her glowing breast , To take the freshness of the morning - air , And gather'd in a knot her flowing hair ; While thus fhe rested , on her arm reclin'd , The hoary willows waving with the wind , And ...
... rest , And to the winds expos'd her glowing breast , To take the freshness of the morning - air , And gather'd in a knot her flowing hair ; While thus fhe rested , on her arm reclin'd , The hoary willows waving with the wind , And ...
Сторінка 119
... rest her weary limbs , but could not move ; Lampetia would have help'd her , but she found Herfelf withheld , and rooted to the ground : 14 A third A third in wild affliction , as fhe grieves , OVID , METAMORPH . Book II . 119.
... rest her weary limbs , but could not move ; Lampetia would have help'd her , but she found Herfelf withheld , and rooted to the ground : 14 A third A third in wild affliction , as fhe grieves , OVID , METAMORPH . Book II . 119.
Сторінка 141
... rest , And in foft whispers thus his will expreft : " My trusty Hermes , by whose ready aid " Thy Sire's commands are through the world convey'd , " Refume thy wings , exert their utmost force , " And to the walls of Sidon speed thy ...
... rest , And in foft whispers thus his will expreft : " My trusty Hermes , by whose ready aid " Thy Sire's commands are through the world convey'd , " Refume thy wings , exert their utmost force , " And to the walls of Sidon speed thy ...
Загальні терміни та фрази
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
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 211 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...