The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 8Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1819 |
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... Virgil's Encis translated ..... Upon our late loss of the Duke of Cambridge ib . Instructions to a Painter , for the drawing of the Posture and Progress of his Majesty's Forces at Sea , under the Command of his Highness Royal , together ...
... Virgil's Encis translated ..... Upon our late loss of the Duke of Cambridge ib . Instructions to a Painter , for the drawing of the Posture and Progress of his Majesty's Forces at Sea , under the Command of his Highness Royal , together ...
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... Virgil's sixth Eclogue , Silenus ib . Ode upon Solitude 267 .. The twenty - second Ode of the first Book of Horace ..... 268 ... The same imitated ****** .... ib . The sixth Ode of the third Book of Horace . Of the Corruption of the ...
... Virgil's sixth Eclogue , Silenus ib . Ode upon Solitude 267 .. The twenty - second Ode of the first Book of Horace ..... 268 ... The same imitated ****** .... ib . The sixth Ode of the third Book of Horace . Of the Corruption of the ...
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... Virgil Delia lamenting the Death of Mrs. Tempest , who died upon the Day of the great Storm 417 Horace , Ode iii . Book iii . Imitated , 1705 ... ib . The Golden Age restored , 1703. An Imita- tion of the fourth Eclogue of Virgil : sup ...
... Virgil Delia lamenting the Death of Mrs. Tempest , who died upon the Day of the great Storm 417 Horace , Ode iii . Book iii . Imitated , 1705 ... ib . The Golden Age restored , 1703. An Imita- tion of the fourth Eclogue of Virgil : sup ...
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... Virgil , and went home to die . As the disease increased upon him , he composed himself for his departure ; and call- ing upon Dr. Birch to give him the holy sacrament , he desired his children to take it with him , and made an earnest ...
... Virgil , and went home to die . As the disease increased upon him , he composed himself for his departure ; and call- ing upon Dr. Birch to give him the holy sacrament , he desired his children to take it with him , and made an earnest ...
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... Virgil too , Show'd long since what our tongue could do : Nor Lucan we , nor Horace spar'd ; Only Lucretius was too hard . Lucretius , like a fort , did stand Untouch'd , till your victorious hand Did from his head this garland bear ...
... Virgil too , Show'd long since what our tongue could do : Nor Lucan we , nor Horace spar'd ; Only Lucretius was too hard . Lucretius , like a fort , did stand Untouch'd , till your victorious hand Did from his head this garland bear ...
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Seite 600 - 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...
Seite 600 - The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung: Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Seite 472 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Seite 518 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil.
Seite 53 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Seite 587 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike.
Seite 577 - Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase, Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the state; And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit To reign and wage immortal war with wit, Cried : " 'Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me.
Seite 554 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires ; My manhood long misled by wand'ring fires, Follow'd false lights ; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could shock my faith than Three in One ? " In drawing Dryden's character, Johnson has given, though I suppose unintentionally, some touches of his own.
Seite 51 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Seite 601 - The many rend the skies with loud applause: So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again; At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.