The Works of the English Poets: Denham and YaldenSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... my eye , and doth itself present With fuch an easy and unforc'd ascent , That no ftupendous precipice denies Accefs , no horror turns away our eyes * Mr. Waller . But But fuch a rife as doth at once invite A 8 DENHAM'S POEMS .
... my eye , and doth itself present With fuch an easy and unforc'd ascent , That no ftupendous precipice denies Accefs , no horror turns away our eyes * Mr. Waller . But But fuch a rife as doth at once invite A 8 DENHAM'S POEMS .
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... itself , its liquid arms extends . Nor doth he need thofe emblems which we paint , But is himself the foldier and the faint . Here should my wonder dwell , and here my praife , But my fix'd thoughts my wandering eye betrays , Viewing a ...
... itself , its liquid arms extends . Nor doth he need thofe emblems which we paint , But is himself the foldier and the faint . Here should my wonder dwell , and here my praife , But my fix'd thoughts my wandering eye betrays , Viewing a ...
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... itself did rear ; Then , that we should our facrilege restore , And reconvey their gods from Argos ' fhore , Calchas perfuades , till then we urge in vain The fate of Troy . To measure back the main They all confent , but to return ...
... itself did rear ; Then , that we should our facrilege restore , And reconvey their gods from Argos ' fhore , Calchas perfuades , till then we urge in vain The fate of Troy . To measure back the main They all confent , but to return ...
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... itself seems unfecure . That wicked fame which their first love proclaim'd , Fore - tells the end : the queen with rage inflam'd , Thus greets him : Thou diffembler , would'st thou fly Out of my arms by stealth perfidiously ? Could not ...
... itself seems unfecure . That wicked fame which their first love proclaim'd , Fore - tells the end : the queen with rage inflam'd , Thus greets him : Thou diffembler , would'st thou fly Out of my arms by stealth perfidiously ? Could not ...
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... itself will dwell . Oh Faith ! him on my coafts by tempest cast , Receiving madly , on my throne I plac'd ; His men from famine , and his fleet from fire I rescued Now the Lycian Lots confpire With Phœbus ; now Jove's envoy through the ...
... itself will dwell . Oh Faith ! him on my coafts by tempest cast , Receiving madly , on my throne I plac'd ; His men from famine , and his fleet from fire I rescued Now the Lycian Lots confpire With Phœbus ; now Jove's envoy through the ...
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Ægypt againſt Androgeus arms becauſe blood breaſt caft Calchas call'd caufe cauſe counfels death defign defires deſtroy diſeaſe doft doth elfe eſcape eyes facred faid fame fate fear feaſt fecure feem feen fervant feven fhall fhew fight fince fire firft firſt flain flame fome force foul friends ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fword gods Greeks hand hath heaven herſelf himſelf honour houſe immortal itſelf Juftice juſt king laft laſt leaſt lefs loft mighty mind mortal moſt Mufes muft muſt myſelf nature numbers o'er ourſelves paſt Pindar PLAGUE OF ATHEN pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prefent Pyrrhus rage raiſe reafon Samnites ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhould ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength Tarentum thee themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe THOMAS KILLIGREW thoſe Troy Twas uſe Whilft whofe whoſe wife wiſdom youth
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Página 13 - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants ; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Página 55 - Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate, And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear ; He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jason brought the golden fleece ; To him that language, though to none Of th' others, as his own was known.
Página 12 - But to be restless in a worse extreme ? And for that lethargy was there no cure But to be cast into a calenture ; Can knowledge have no bound, but...
Página 13 - But free and common as the sea or wind; When he to boast or to disperse his stores Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Brings home to us, and...
Página 55 - Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, He did not steal, but emulate! And when he would like them appear, •/ Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear...
Página 16 - All instruments, all arts of ruin met; He calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, His winged heels, and then his armed head; With these t' avoid, with that his fate to meet; But fear prevails and bids him trust his feet.
Página 11 - A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Página 18 - Though prodigal of life, disdains to die By common hands; but, if he can descry Some nobler foe approach, to him he calls, And begs his fate, and then contented falls. So when the king a mortal shaft lets fly...
Página 49 - Prithee die and set me free, Or else be Kind and brisk, and gay like me; I pretend not to the wise ones, To the grave, to the grave, Or the precise ones. Tis not Cheeks, nor Lips nor Eyes, That I prize, Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies, If wise thou wilt appear, and knowing, Repartie, Repartie To what I'm doing. Prithee why the Room so dark? Not a Spark Left to light me to the mark ; I love day-light and a candle, And to see, and to see, As well as handle.
Página 11 - Th' adjoining abbey fell. (May no such storm Fall on our times, where ruin must reform!) Tell me, my Muse! what monstrous dire offence, What crime could any Christian king incense To such a rage ? Was't luxury or lust ? Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ? Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor...