The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Količina 381790 |
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Amadis ARCABON Arcalaus arms art thou Beauty beſt bleffing bleft breaſt bright Bring Myra back Britiſh captive cauſe Ceafe charms Chorus Clarinda CONSTANTIUS CORISANDA cruel Dæmons dance death defcend defire DELIA delight deſpair difdain EDMUND WALLER enchanting eyes fair falfe fame fate fecret feek feem fhall fhining fight fing flain flame flave Floreftan fome fong foul ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword fyrens Goddeſs Gods grace heart heaven himſelf honour immortal Jove juft JUPITER juſt King laſt lefs loft lov'd lovers mortal moſt Mufe Mufic muft muſt Myra nymph ORIANA paffion pain Peleus perjur'd wanderer pleaſe pleaſure poet poffeffing praiſe prefent Prometheus Queen rage reign rife ſcene ſcorn ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſmart ſmile ſtars ſtate ſtill thee theſe THETIS thofe thoſe thou thouſand thunder trembling URGANDA Venus voice whofe whoſe XXXVIII
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Stran 192 - A'olus unbind The northern wind, That fetter'd lay in caves, And root up trees, and plough the plains : Old Ocean frets and raves, From their deep roots the rocks he tears, Whole deluges lets fly, That dash against the sky, And seem to drown the stars, TV assaulted clouds return the shock, Blue light'nings singe the waves, And thunder rends the rock.
Stran 126 - At vaft expence we labour to our ruin, And court your favour with our own undoing ; A war of profit mitigates the evil, But to be tax'd and beaten — is the devil. How was the...
Stran 110 - As flowers, transplanted from a southern sky, But hardly bear, or in the raising die, Missing their native sun, at best retain But a faint odour, and...
Stran 93 - All I can say for those passages, which are, I hope, not many, is, that I knew they were bad enough to please, even when I writ them...
Stran 81 - How short is life? why will vain courtiers toil, and crowd a vainer monarch, for a smile? •what is that monarch, but a mortal man, his crown a pageant, and his life a span ? with all his guards and his dominions, he must sicken too, and die as well as we.
Stran 23 - In happier times our ancestors were bred, When virtue was the only path to tread : Give me, ye gods ! but the same road to fame, Whate'er my fathers dar'd, I dare the same.
Stran 53 - To thee alone such tender tasks belong. From Greece to Afric, Beauty takes her flight, And ripens with her near approach to light: Frown not, ye fair, to hear of...
Stran 24 - In blood and rapine feek unnatural joys ; For what is all this buftle but to fhun Thofe thoughts with which you dare not be alone ? As men in mifery. oppreft with care, Seek in the rage of wine to drown defpair.
Stran 25 - Whofe quiet mind from vain defires is free ; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within...
Stran 215 - tis the common doom, Each haughtily fets out in beauty's bloom, Till, late repenting, to redeem the paft, You turn abandon'd proftitutes at laft.