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... Then by main force pull d up , and on his shoulders bore The gates of Azza ,
port , and massy bar , Up to the hill by Hebron , seat of giants old , No journey of a
fabbath - day , and loaded so ; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heaven .
... Then by main force pull d up , and on his shoulders bore The gates of Azza ,
port , and massy bar , Up to the hill by Hebron , seat of giants old , No journey of a
fabbath - day , and loaded so ; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heaven .
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... was in thy power : true ; and thou bear'st 430 Enough , and more , the burden
of that fault ; Bitterly hast thou paid , and still art paying That rigid score . A worse
thing yet remains , This day the Philistines a popular feast Here celebrate in Gaza
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... was in thy power : true ; and thou bear'st 430 Enough , and more , the burden
of that fault ; Bitterly hast thou paid , and still art paying That rigid score . A worse
thing yet remains , This day the Philistines a popular feast Here celebrate in Gaza
...
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... green , Trampling the unthower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at
rest Within his facred chest , Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In
vain with timbrel'd anthems dark The fable - stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt
ark .
... green , Trampling the unthower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at
rest Within his facred chest , Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In
vain with timbrel'd anthems dark The fable - stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt
ark .
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To bear me where the towers of Salem stood , Once glorious tow'rs , now sunk in
guiltless blood ; 40 There doth my soul in holy vision fit In pensive trance , and
anguish , and ecstatic fit . VII . Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock That
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To bear me where the towers of Salem stood , Once glorious tow'rs , now sunk in
guiltless blood ; 40 There doth my soul in holy vision fit In pensive trance , and
anguish , and ecstatic fit . VII . Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock That
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Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will , nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but
still bear up and steer Right onward . What supports me , dost thou ask ? The
conscience , Friend , to ' have lost them overply'd In liberty's defence , my noble
talk ...
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will , nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but
still bear up and steer Right onward . What supports me , dost thou ask ? The
conscience , Friend , to ' have lost them overply'd In liberty's defence , my noble
talk ...
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Página 109 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 65 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 10 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 160 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Página 164 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Página 162 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Página 97 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 180 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 165 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 105 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen5,Página 3 The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Samuel Johnson |
| Autor | Samuel Johnson |
| Editor | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 28 Nov. 2006 |
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