The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Томи 23 – 25Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... thee . Thou teacheft Perfius to inform our isle In fmoother numbers , and a clearer style ; And Juvenal , inftructed in thy page , Edges his fatire , and improves his rage . Thy copy cafts a fairer light on all , And still out - fhines ...
... thee . Thou teacheft Perfius to inform our isle In fmoother numbers , and a clearer style ; And Juvenal , inftructed in thy page , Edges his fatire , and improves his rage . Thy copy cafts a fairer light on all , And still out - fhines ...
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... thee in arms , and led thee to the field ; My Muse expecting on the British strand Waits thy return , and welcomes thee to land : She oft has feen thee preffing on the foe , When Europe was concern'd in every blow ; But durft not in ...
... thee in arms , and led thee to the field ; My Muse expecting on the British strand Waits thy return , and welcomes thee to land : She oft has feen thee preffing on the foe , When Europe was concern'd in every blow ; But durft not in ...
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... thee , with fresh delight , Their fwords they brandish , and require the fight , Renew their ancient conquefts on the main , And act their fathers ' triumphs o'er again ; Fir'd , when they hear how Agincourt was ftrow'd With Gallic ...
... thee , with fresh delight , Their fwords they brandish , and require the fight , Renew their ancient conquefts on the main , And act their fathers ' triumphs o'er again ; Fir'd , when they hear how Agincourt was ftrow'd With Gallic ...
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... thee : Tune every string and every tongue , Be thou the Mufe and fubject of our fong . II . Let all Cecilia's praise proclaim , Employ the echo in her name . Hark how the flutes and trumpets raise , At bright Cecilia's name , their lays ...
... thee : Tune every string and every tongue , Be thou the Mufe and fubject of our fong . II . Let all Cecilia's praise proclaim , Employ the echo in her name . Hark how the flutes and trumpets raise , At bright Cecilia's name , their lays ...
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... , And fit the deep - mouth'd Pindar to thy lyre : Pindar , whom others in a labour'd strain , And forc'd expreffion , imitate in vain ? D 2 Well Well - pleas'd in thee he foars with new delight ON THE ENGLISH POETS . 35.
... , And fit the deep - mouth'd Pindar to thy lyre : Pindar , whom others in a labour'd strain , And forc'd expreffion , imitate in vain ? D 2 Well Well - pleas'd in thee he foars with new delight ON THE ENGLISH POETS . 35.
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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...