The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 191790 |
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... see their countrymen at hand , Marching against them under church - command , Straight they forfake their colours , and difband . Thus fhe , nor could the Panther well enlarge With weak defence against so strong a charge ; D 3 } But But ...
... see their countrymen at hand , Marching against them under church - command , Straight they forfake their colours , and difband . Thus fhe , nor could the Panther well enlarge With weak defence against so strong a charge ; D 3 } But But ...
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... See how his church , adorn'd with every grace , With open arms , a kind forgiving face , Stands ready to prevent her long - loft fon's embrace .. Not more did Jofeph o'er his brethren weep , Nor lefs himself could from difcovery keep ...
... See how his church , adorn'd with every grace , With open arms , a kind forgiving face , Stands ready to prevent her long - loft fon's embrace .. Not more did Jofeph o'er his brethren weep , Nor lefs himself could from difcovery keep ...
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... see so nigh their hall , The bird thnt warn'd St. Peter of his fall : That he should raise his mitred creft on high , And clap his wings , and call his family } To To facred rites ; and vex th ' etherial powers 85 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... see so nigh their hall , The bird thnt warn'd St. Peter of his fall : That he should raise his mitred creft on high , And clap his wings , and call his family } To To facred rites ; and vex th ' etherial powers 85 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
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... See whom and what this Providence protects . Methinks , had we within our minds no more Than that one fhipwreck on the fatal ore , That only thought may make us ... See See on his future fubjects how he smiles , Nor 100 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... See whom and what this Providence protects . Methinks , had we within our minds no more Than that one fhipwreck on the fatal ore , That only thought may make us ... See See on his future fubjects how he smiles , Nor 100 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
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English poets. See on his future fubjects how he smiles , Nor meanly flatters , nor with craft beguiles ; But with an open face , as on his throne , Affures our birthrights , and affumes his own : Born in broad day - light , that th ...
English poets. See on his future fubjects how he smiles , Nor meanly flatters , nor with craft beguiles ; But with an open face , as on his throne , Affures our birthrights , and affumes his own : Born in broad day - light , that th ...
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Page 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 194 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Page 219 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 19 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Page 216 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 214 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 112 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Page 219 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy ! Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame...
Page 19 - These gross, half-animated lumps I leave; Nor can I think what thoughts they can conceive. But if they think at all, 'tis sure no higher Than matter, put in motion, may aspire: Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay; So drossy, so divisible are...