The Works of the English Poets: HughesSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... To make thy hero's character compleat . This finish'd piece the nobleft pens commend ; And ev'n the critics are the poet's friend . 10 15 20 25 Led * Led on by thee , those flowery paths I TO THE MEMORY OF MR . HUGHES . 11.
... To make thy hero's character compleat . This finish'd piece the nobleft pens commend ; And ev'n the critics are the poet's friend . 10 15 20 25 Led * Led on by thee , those flowery paths I TO THE MEMORY OF MR . HUGHES . 11.
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Samuel Johnson. * Led on by thee , those flowery paths I view , For ever lovely , and for ever new , Where all the Graces with joint force engage , To ftem th ' impetuous ... those illuftrious bards we mourn , The # RECOMMENDATORY POEMS .
Samuel Johnson. * Led on by thee , those flowery paths I view , For ever lovely , and for ever new , Where all the Graces with joint force engage , To ftem th ' impetuous ... those illuftrious bards we mourn , The # RECOMMENDATORY POEMS .
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Samuel Johnson. While then for those illuftrious bards we mourn , The Mufe fhall vifit thy DISTINGUISH'D URN ; With copious tears bedew the facred ground , And plant the never - fading bay around . 60 Here through the gloom , afpiring ...
Samuel Johnson. While then for those illuftrious bards we mourn , The Mufe fhall vifit thy DISTINGUISH'D URN ; With copious tears bedew the facred ground , And plant the never - fading bay around . 60 Here through the gloom , afpiring ...
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... those , Who durft thy dawning worth oppose . The viper Spite , crush'd by thy virtue , shed Its yellow juice , and at thy feet lay dead . 270 Thus , like the fun , did thy great Genius rise , With clouds around his facred head , Yet ...
... those , Who durft thy dawning worth oppose . The viper Spite , crush'd by thy virtue , shed Its yellow juice , and at thy feet lay dead . 270 Thus , like the fun , did thy great Genius rise , With clouds around his facred head , Yet ...
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... mix in our tumultuous broils below ; Yet fuffer'd his foreseeing care , Those bolts of vengeance to prepare , Which other hands fhall throw ; . 400 That E 3 That glory to a mighty queen remains , To triumph THE HOUSE OF NASSAU . 53.
... mix in our tumultuous broils below ; Yet fuffer'd his foreseeing care , Those bolts of vengeance to prepare , Which other hands fhall throw ; . 400 That E 3 That glory to a mighty queen remains , To triumph THE HOUSE OF NASSAU . 53.
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Términos y frases comunes
Apollo APOLLO AND DAPHNE arms beauteous beauty Behold Belgia bleffings bleft breaſt bright Cæfar CANTATA cauſe charms crouds crown'd Cupid Daphne darts defire Doft thou ELECTRA ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fcene fecure feems ferene fhall fhining fhore fide fighs fight filent fing fire firft firſt fkies flain flame flaves fleeping flow flowing tears fmiling foes foft fome fong foon foul fpring ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fudden fword glory goddeſs grace grove happy hear heart Heaven heavenly himſelf honours immortal inſpire laft lefs Love lyre maid Mufe Mufic Muſe ne'er numbers nymph o'er pain Peneus plains pleas'd pleaſure Pothinus praiſe pride rais'd raiſe RECITATIVE reft rife ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſkill ſky ſmile ſpread ſtate thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thouſand tranſport triumphs Venus verfe voice whofe
Pasajes populares
Página 177 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Página 174 - 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.
Página 251 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 178 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy ! Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame...
Página 178 - 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.
Página 173 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Página 176 - 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!
Página 175 - The mighty mafter fmil'd to fee That love was in the next degree; 'Twas but a kindred found to move, For pity melts the mind to love.
Página 251 - And bring all heav'n before mine eyes. And may at laft my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mofly cell, Where I may fit and rightly fpell 170 Of every ftar that heav'n doth mew, And every herb that fips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To fomething like prophetic ftrain.
Página 172 - In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS Happy...