The Works of the English Poets: DrydenH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Sivu 14
... head had been For tribute paid , nor fince in Cambria feen : The laft of all the litter fcap'd by chance , And from Geneva firft infefted France . Some authors thus his pedigree will trace , But others write him of an upftart race ...
... head had been For tribute paid , nor fince in Cambria feen : The laft of all the litter fcap'd by chance , And from Geneva firft infefted France . Some authors thus his pedigree will trace , But others write him of an upftart race ...
Sivu 17
... head , the other to his heart : Reason to rule , but mercy to forgive : The first is law , the last prerogative . And like his mind his outward form appear'd , When , iffuing naked , to the wondering herd , He charm'd their eyes ; and ...
... head , the other to his heart : Reason to rule , but mercy to forgive : The first is law , the last prerogative . And like his mind his outward form appear'd , When , iffuing naked , to the wondering herd , He charm'd their eyes ; and ...
Sivu 21
... head , Yet as the mistress of a monarch's bed , Her front erect with majefty fhe bore , The crofier weilded , and the mitre wore . Her upper part of decent difcipline Shew'd affectation of an ancient line ; And fathers , councils ...
... head , Yet as the mistress of a monarch's bed , Her front erect with majefty fhe bore , The crofier weilded , and the mitre wore . Her upper part of decent difcipline Shew'd affectation of an ancient line ; And fathers , councils ...
Sivu 28
... head . For whate'er promises you have apply'd To your unfailing church , the furer fide Is four fair legs in danger to provide . And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you Yet , faving reverence of the miracle , The better luck was yours ...
... head . For whate'er promises you have apply'd To your unfailing church , the furer fide Is four fair legs in danger to provide . And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you Yet , faving reverence of the miracle , The better luck was yours ...
Sivu 33
... head difavow ? And did not these by gospel texts alone Condemn our doctrine , and maintain their own ? Have not all hereticks the fame pretence To plead the fcriptures in their own defence ? How did the Nicene council then decide That ...
... head difavow ? And did not these by gospel texts alone Condemn our doctrine , and maintain their own ? Have not all hereticks the fame pretence To plead the fcriptures in their own defence ? How did the Nicene council then decide That ...
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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.