The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bände 23-25Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and diffolv'd in streams Of thofe rich fruits that on the fertile mold Turn'd yellow by degrees , and ripen'd into gold : How fome in feathers , or a ragged hide , Have liv'd a second life , and ...
... human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and diffolv'd in streams Of thofe rich fruits that on the fertile mold Turn'd yellow by degrees , and ripen'd into gold : How fome in feathers , or a ragged hide , Have liv'd a second life , and ...
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... human gore , And floating corps lie beating on the shore ; She faw thee climb the banks , but try'd in vain To trace her Hero through the dusty plain , When through the thick embattled lines he broke , Now plung'd amidst the foes , now ...
... human gore , And floating corps lie beating on the shore ; She faw thee climb the banks , but try'd in vain To trace her Hero through the dusty plain , When through the thick embattled lines he broke , Now plung'd amidst the foes , now ...
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... human limbs , His dire repaft : himself of mighty size , Hoarfe in his voice , and in his visage grim , Intractable , that riots on the flesh Of mortal men , and fwills the vital blood . Him did I fee fnatch up with horrid grafp Two ...
... human limbs , His dire repaft : himself of mighty size , Hoarfe in his voice , and in his visage grim , Intractable , that riots on the flesh Of mortal men , and fwills the vital blood . Him did I fee fnatch up with horrid grafp Two ...
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... human - kind . Britannia's graceful fons appear in arms , Her harrass'd troops the hero's presence warms , Whilst the high hills and rivers all around With thundering peals of Britifh fhouts refound : Doubling their speed , they march ...
... human - kind . Britannia's graceful fons appear in arms , Her harrass'd troops the hero's presence warms , Whilst the high hills and rivers all around With thundering peals of Britifh fhouts refound : Doubling their speed , they march ...
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... human toil discharg'd , Here Cowley lies ! beneath this shed , To every worldly intereft dead ; With decent poverty content , His hours of ease not idly spent ; To fortune's goods a foe profeft , And hating wealth by all careft . ' Tis ...
... human toil discharg'd , Here Cowley lies ! beneath this shed , To every worldly intereft dead ; With decent poverty content , His hours of ease not idly spent ; To fortune's goods a foe profeft , And hating wealth by all careft . ' Tis ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 211 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...