The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 301790 |
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... Portius Sons of Cato Marcus - Mr. Powel . Mr. Ryan . Decius , Ambassador from Cæfar Mr. Bowman . - MUTINEERS , GUARDS , & c . WOMEN . Marcia , Daughter to Cato - - Mrs. Oldfield . Lucia , Daughter to Lucius - - Mrs. Porter . Scene , a ...
... Portius Sons of Cato Marcus - Mr. Powel . Mr. Ryan . Decius , Ambassador from Cæfar Mr. Bowman . - MUTINEERS , GUARDS , & c . WOMEN . Marcia , Daughter to Cato - - Mrs. Oldfield . Lucia , Daughter to Lucius - - Mrs. Porter . Scene , a ...
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English poets. CAT O. T ACT I. SCENE I. PORTIUS , MARCUS . PORTIUS . HE dawn is over - cast , the morning lowers , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day ; big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome . - Our ...
English poets. CAT O. T ACT I. SCENE I. PORTIUS , MARCUS . PORTIUS . HE dawn is over - cast , the morning lowers , And heavily in clouds brings on the day , The great , th ' important day ; big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome . - Our ...
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... Portius , is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS . Believe me , Marcus , ' t is an impious ...
... Portius , is there not some chosen curse , Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven , Red with uncommon wrath , to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS . Believe me , Marcus , ' t is an impious ...
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... Portius , didft thou tafte but half the griefs That wring my foul , thou could'st not talk thus coldly . Paffion unpity'd and fuccefslefs love Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! PORTIUS ...
... Portius , didft thou tafte but half the griefs That wring my foul , thou could'st not talk thus coldly . Paffion unpity'd and fuccefslefs love Plant daggers in my heart , and aggravate My other griefs . Were but my Lucia kind ! PORTIUS ...
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... Portius , no more ! your words leave ftings behind them . When - e'er did Juba , or did Portius , show A virtue that has caft me at a distance , And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? PORTIUS . well ; Marcus , I know thy generous ...
... Portius , no more ! your words leave ftings behind them . When - e'er did Juba , or did Portius , show A virtue that has caft me at a distance , And thrown me out in the pursuits of honour ? PORTIUS . well ; Marcus , I know thy generous ...
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ÆNEID æther againſt amidſt arms atque behold blood bluſhes breaſt Britiſh Cadmus Cæfar caft Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe death DECIUS deſcribed deſcription eaſe Ev'n eyes faid fame fate father fays fecret fhall fhining fide fight fire firft firſt fome forrows foul friends ftand ftill ftorms ftreams ftrength fubject fuch fword Georgic goddeſs gods grief heart heaven himſelf Jove JUBA laſt loft LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pentheus Phaeton pleaſe pleaſure Poet PORTIUS praiſe prince purſue rage raiſe reft reſt rife riſe Roman Rome ſcenes ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtill ſtood ſuch SYPHAX tears thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thunder toils verſe view'd Virgil virgin virtue Whilft winds wiſh youth
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Сторінка 232 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Сторінка 338 - ... 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 236 - 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 232 - In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.
Сторінка 337 - 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 284 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 259 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood.
Сторінка 117 - Their stated course, and leave the beaten track. The youth was in a maze, nor did he know Which way to turn the reins, or where to go ; Nor wou'd the horses, had he known, obey.
Сторінка 233 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Сторінка 261 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.