The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 8Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1819 - English poetry |
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... rest of his papers by the fire that was in his chimney , he had certainly lost his life by it . " The question cannot be decided . It is not unreasonable to believe , that the men in power , receiving intelligence from the sister ...
... rest of his papers by the fire that was in his chimney , he had certainly lost his life by it . " The question cannot be decided . It is not unreasonable to believe , that the men in power , receiving intelligence from the sister ...
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... rest . The Sacred Poems , however , deserve particular regard ; they were the work of Waller's declining life , of those hours in which he looked upon the fame and the folly of the time past with the sentiments which his great ...
... rest . The Sacred Poems , however , deserve particular regard ; they were the work of Waller's declining life , of those hours in which he looked upon the fame and the folly of the time past with the sentiments which his great ...
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... Rest to the limbs , and quiet , I confer On troubled minds : but nought can add to her , Whom Heaven , and her transcendent thoughts , have plac'd Above those ills which wretched mortals taste . Bright as the deathless gods , and happy ...
... Rest to the limbs , and quiet , I confer On troubled minds : but nought can add to her , Whom Heaven , and her transcendent thoughts , have plac'd Above those ills which wretched mortals taste . Bright as the deathless gods , and happy ...
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... rest from endless care ! OF THE LADY WHO CAN SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES . No wonder sleep from careful lovers flies , To bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes . As fair Astræa once from earth to heaven , By strife and loud impiety was driven ...
... rest from endless care ! OF THE LADY WHO CAN SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES . No wonder sleep from careful lovers flies , To bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes . As fair Astræa once from earth to heaven , By strife and loud impiety was driven ...
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... rest . Thy skilful hand contributes to our woe , And whets those arrows which confound us so ; A thousand Cupids in those curls do sit , ( Those curious nets ! ) thy slender fingers knit : The graces put not more exactly on Th ' attire ...
... rest . Thy skilful hand contributes to our woe , And whets those arrows which confound us so ; A thousand Cupids in those curls do sit , ( Those curious nets ! ) thy slender fingers knit : The graces put not more exactly on Th ' attire ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Æneid ancient appear arms bear bear-baiting beauty blest blood bold brave breast Charles Dryden charms church death delight design'd divine Dryden e'er EARL OF ROSCOMMON ev'n eyes fair false fame fate fear fight flame foes fools give glory grace hand happy haste heart Heaven honour hope Hudibras Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN kind king labour lady laws light live lord Lucretius mighty mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never night NIHIL noble nobler numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pains passion peace PINDARIC poem poet poetry poison'd praise pride prince Quoth rage resolv'd rest rhyme Rome sacred saints satire scorn sense song soul sword tempest terrour thee things thou thought Tibullus true turn'd twas twill us'd verse vex'd Virgil virtue Waller wind wise wretched write youth
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Page 600 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Page 600 - The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung: Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Page 472 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Page 518 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil.
Page 53 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Page 587 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike.
Page 577 - Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase, Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the state; And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit To reign and wage immortal war with wit, Cried : " 'Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me.
Page 554 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires ; My manhood long misled by wand'ring fires, Follow'd false lights ; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could shock my faith than Three in One ? " In drawing Dryden's character, Johnson has given, though I suppose unintentionally, some touches of his own.
Page 51 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 601 - The many rend the skies with loud applause: So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again; At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.