The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 61804 |
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... turn and cadence of its verfe , which agree with the genius of no other language : Virgil was very fenfible of this , and used the utmost dili- gence in working up a more intractable language to whatfoever graces it was capable of ; and ...
... turn and cadence of its verfe , which agree with the genius of no other language : Virgil was very fenfible of this , and used the utmost dili- gence in working up a more intractable language to whatfoever graces it was capable of ; and ...
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... turn , and an enthufiaft in poetry . His own boast of having finished half the Iliad in lefs than fifteen weeks , fhews with what negligence his verfion was performed . that which is to be allowed him , and which very much contributed ...
... turn , and an enthufiaft in poetry . His own boast of having finished half the Iliad in lefs than fifteen weeks , fhews with what negligence his verfion was performed . that which is to be allowed him , and which very much contributed ...
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... turn , than by my filence . In fhort , I have found more patrons than ever Homer wanted . He would have thought himself happy to have met the fame favour at Athens , that has been shewn me by its learned rival , the univerfity of Oxford ...
... turn , than by my filence . In fhort , I have found more patrons than ever Homer wanted . He would have thought himself happy to have met the fame favour at Athens , that has been shewn me by its learned rival , the univerfity of Oxford ...
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... turn'd away Her glowing eyes , and thus began to fay : Is this the chief , who , loft to fenfe of shame , Late fled the field , and yet furvives his fame ? 535 Oh hadft thou dy'd beneath the righteous sword Of that brave man whom once I ...
... turn'd away Her glowing eyes , and thus began to fay : Is this the chief , who , loft to fenfe of shame , Late fled the field , and yet furvives his fame ? 535 Oh hadft thou dy'd beneath the righteous sword Of that brave man whom once I ...
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Great Britain. The charge once made , no warriour turn the rein , 350 290 295 High at their head he faw the chief appear , And bold Meriones excite the rear . At this the king his generous joy exprest , And clafp'd the warriour to his ...
Great Britain. The charge once made , no warriour turn the rein , 350 290 295 High at their head he faw the chief appear , And bold Meriones excite the rear . At this the king his generous joy exprest , And clafp'd the warriour to his ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Atrides bleft bold brave breaft caft caufe chief courfers crown'd death defcends divine dreadful duft Eurymachus Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire feas fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhips fhore fhould fide field fierce fight filver fire firft fkies flain flame fleep flies foft fome forrows foul fpear fpoke fpread ftand ftill ftream fuch fure glory Goddefs Gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand heart Heaven Hector hero himſelf hoft honours Ilion Jove juft king laft lefs loft lord Lycian mighty Mufe muft numbers nymph o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain praife prefent Priam prince queen race rage reft rife rofe round ſhall ſhore ſkies ſtand ſtate tears Telemachus thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Ulyffes vafe whofe wife woes wound youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 319 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Seite 372 - Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Seite 56 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Seite 3 - How fertile will that imagination appear which was able to clothe all the properties of elements, the qualifications of the mind, the virtues and vices, in forms and persons, and to introduce them into actions agreeable to the nature of the things they shadowed?
Seite 312 - And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery glade. He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye ; Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky : Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamorous lapwings feel the leaden death : Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Seite 381 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole The first, last purpose of the human soul ; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man.
Seite 399 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Seite 318 - Music resembles poetry; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky licence answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule.
Seite 469 - As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain; Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death.
Seite 398 - What ? arm'd for virtue when I point the pen, Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men, Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car, Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting, to defend her cause, Lights of the church, or guardians of the laws ? Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain Flatterers and bigots e'en in Louis...