The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bände 23-25Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... 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 the bright original . B 3 Now Now Ovid boafts th ' advantage of thy song , [ 5 ]
... 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 the bright original . B 3 Now Now Ovid boafts th ' advantage of thy song , [ 5 ]
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... light , The bees through woods and forests take their flight . They rifle every flower , and lightly skim Thy crystal brook , and fip the running stream : And thus they feed their young with strange delight , And knead the yielding wax ...
... light , The bees through woods and forests take their flight . They rifle every flower , and lightly skim Thy crystal brook , and fip the running stream : And thus they feed their young with strange delight , And knead the yielding wax ...
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... light is next affign'd To all the quarters , one to every wind ; Through these the glancing rays obliquely pierce : Hither they lead a bull that's young and fierce , When two - years growth of horn he proudly fhows , And shakes the ...
... light is next affign'd To all the quarters , one to every wind ; Through these the glancing rays obliquely pierce : Hither they lead a bull that's young and fierce , When two - years growth of horn he proudly fhows , And shakes the ...
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... light A new creation rifes to my fight , Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow , So warm with life his blended colours glow . From theme to theme with fecret pleasure toft , Amidft the foft variety I ' m loft : Here pleafing airs ...
... light A new creation rifes to my fight , Such heavenly figures from his pencil flow , So warm with life his blended colours glow . From theme to theme with fecret pleasure toft , Amidft the foft variety I ' m loft : Here pleafing airs ...
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... light , relieve a wretch forlorn , " And bear me hence to any distant shore , " So I may fhun this favage race accurft . " ' Tis true I fought among the Greeks that late " With sword and fire o'erturn'd Neptunian Troy , " And laid the ...
... light , relieve a wretch forlorn , " And bear me hence to any distant shore , " So I may fhun this favage race accurft . " ' Tis true I fought among the Greeks that late " With sword and fire o'erturn'd Neptunian Troy , " And laid the ...
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...