The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Sivu 12
... better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil thefe again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment . And } And if he ...
... better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil thefe again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment . And } And if he ...
Sivu 23
... better morals boast . True to her king her principles are found ; Oh that her practice were but half so sound ! Stedfaft in various turns of state she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with ber blood : Nor will I meanly tax her ...
... better morals boast . True to her king her principles are found ; Oh that her practice were but half so sound ! Stedfaft in various turns of state she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with ber blood : Nor will I meanly tax her ...
Sivu 25
... better star ; Big with the beams which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now , mixing with a favage crowd , she goes , And meanly flatters her inveterate foes , Rul'd while fhe rules , and lofing every ...
... better star ; Big with the beams which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now , mixing with a favage crowd , she goes , And meanly flatters her inveterate foes , Rul'd while fhe rules , and lofing every ...
Sivu 28
... better luck was yours to fcape fo well . tell , fo . As I remember , faid the foher Hind , Thofe toils were for your own dear self defign'd , As well as me ; and with the felf - fame throw , To catch the quarry and the vermin too ...
... better luck was yours to fcape fo well . tell , fo . As I remember , faid the foher Hind , Thofe toils were for your own dear self defign'd , As well as me ; and with the felf - fame throw , To catch the quarry and the vermin too ...
Sivu 32
... better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I : Though Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation ; And Luther , more ...
... better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I : Though Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation ; And Luther , more ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical ..., Nide 14,Sivu 2 Samuel Johnson Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 1779 |
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ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL againſt AMYNTAS Becauſe beft beſt bleffing bleft blood boaſt breaſt call'd caufe cauſe church cloſe confcience defign'd durft eaſe ev'n facred fafely faid fair faith fame fate fatire fear fects fecure feems feen fenfe fent feven fhall fhould fighing fight fince fing firft firſt foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet grace heaven himſelf Hind honour houſe increaſe intereft juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs lov'd mighty MOMUS moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er never numbers o'er Panther play pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prefent prince PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft reſt rhyme rife ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſky ſpace ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou treaſure true twas verfe virtue Whig Whofe wife yourſelves
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Sivu 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Sivu 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Sivu 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Sivu 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Sivu 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Sivu 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Sivu 214 - 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...
Sivu 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Sivu 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Sivu 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.