The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Sivu 62
... saw with hateful eyes the temples crown'd With golden fpires , and all the hoftile ground . He figh'd , and turn'd his eyes , because he knew ' Twas but a larger gaol he had in view : Then look'd below , and from the castle's height ...
... saw with hateful eyes the temples crown'd With golden fpires , and all the hoftile ground . He figh'd , and turn'd his eyes , because he knew ' Twas but a larger gaol he had in view : Then look'd below , and from the castle's height ...
Sivu 74
... saw his features and his hue So much were chang'd , that scarce himself he knew . A fudden thought then starting in his mind , Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find , The world may fearch in vain with all their eyes , But never penetrate ...
... saw his features and his hue So much were chang'd , that scarce himself he knew . A fudden thought then starting in his mind , Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find , The world may fearch in vain with all their eyes , But never penetrate ...
Sivu 110
... saw thee wish'd thy place ! By thofe dear pleasures , aid my arms in fight , And make me conquer in my patron's right : For I am young , a novice in the trade , The fool of love , unpractis'd to persuade : And want the foothing arts ...
... saw thee wish'd thy place ! By thofe dear pleasures , aid my arms in fight , And make me conquer in my patron's right : For I am young , a novice in the trade , The fool of love , unpractis'd to persuade : And want the foothing arts ...
Sivu 132
... saw the foreft bar'd : Nor how the ground , now clear'd , with ghastly fright Beheld the fudden sun , a stranger to the light . The ftraw , as first I faid , was laid below : Of chips and fere - wood was the second row ; The third of ...
... saw the foreft bar'd : Nor how the ground , now clear'd , with ghastly fright Beheld the fudden sun , a stranger to the light . The ftraw , as first I faid , was laid below : Of chips and fere - wood was the second row ; The third of ...
Sivu 148
... saw , he stretch'd his throat , And cry'd out murder with a yelling note . My murder'd fellow in this cart lies dead , Vengeance and juftice on the villain's head . Ye magiftrates , who facred laws dispense , I call , to punish this ...
... saw , he stretch'd his throat , And cry'd out murder with a yelling note . My murder'd fellow in this cart lies dead , Vengeance and juftice on the villain's head . Ye magiftrates , who facred laws dispense , I call , to punish this ...
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againſt Arcite arms becauſe befides behold beſt betwixt blood breaſt caft Canterbury tales cauſe Chanticleer Chaucer cloſe Cymon dame death defcended defire earth eaſe Emily ev'n eyes fafe faid fair fame fate fear feas fecond fecret feem'd feen fenfe fent fhade fhall fhould fide fight fince fing fire firft firſt flain fome foon forc'd forrow foul fovereign ftill ftood fuch fuffer fure fweet fword grace heart heaven himſelf honour houſe juft king knight ladies laft laſt lefs liv'd loft lord lov'd maid mind moſt muſt myſelf numbers o'er Ovid pafs Palamon Pirithous plac'd pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet prefent prepar'd prifon purfue purſue queen reaſon refolv'd reft reſt Reynard ſaid ſeen ſhall ſhe ſky ſpeak ſpoke ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtood Synalepha Thebes thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflated turn'd Twas Virgil whofe wife
Suositut otteet
Sivu 19 - Virgil was of a quiet, sedate temper; Homer was violent, impetuous, and full of fire. The chief talent of Virgil was propriety of thoughts and ornament of words; Homer was rapid in his thoughts, and took all the liberties, both of numbers » and of expressions, which his language and the age in which he lived allowed him.
Sivu 300 - A creature of a more exalted kind Was wanting yet, and then was Man design'd ; Conscious of thought, of more capacious breast, For empire form'd, and fit to rule the rest...
Sivu 146 - Twas at a feast, and every inn so full, That no void room in chamber, or on ground, And but one sorry bed was to be found ; And that so little it would hold but one, Though till this hour they never lay alone.
Sivu 26 - There was plenty enough, but the dishes were ill sorted; whole pyramids of sweetmeats for boys and women but little of solid meat for men. All this proceeded not from any want of knowledge, but of judgment. Neither did he want that in discerning the beauties and faults of other poets, but only...
Sivu 14 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Sivu 241 - This noble youth to madness loved a dame Of high degree, Honoria was her name : Fair as the fairest, but of haughty mind, And fiercer than became so soft a kind ; Proud of her birth, (for equal she had none) The rest she scorn'd; but hated him alone.
Sivu 43 - I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality, and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
Sivu 27 - Tis true, I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him; for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse where we find but nine; but this opinion is not worth confuting...
Sivu 207 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky; And oft with holy hymns he charm'd their ears, A music more melodious than the spheres; For David left him, when he went to rest, His lyre; and after him he sung the best.
Sivu 55 - The rising nor the setting sun beheld : Of Athens he was lord ; much land he won, And added foreign countries to his crown...