The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Svazek 51

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Strana 104 - This said, the honest herdsman strode before; The musing monarch pauses at the door: The dog, whom Fate had granted to behold His lord, when twenty tedious years had roll'd, Takes a last look, and having seen him, dies; So closed for ever faithful Argus...
Strana 93 - Arm'd with his lance, the prince then pass'd the gate; Two dogs behind, a faithful guard, await ; Pallas his form with grace divine improves : The gazing crowd admires him as he moves : 75 Him, gathering round, the haughty suitors greet With semblance fair, but inward deep deceit.
Strana 214 - The doves or thrushes flap their wings in air. Soon fled the soul impure, and left behind The empty corse to waver with the wind. Then forth they led Melanthius, and began Their bloody work...
Strana 274 - But nature, purity, perspicuity, and simplicity never walk in the clouds; they are obvious to all capacities; and where they are not evident, they do not exist.
Strana 267 - ... as his former, is to take offence at too much variety, and to imagine, that when a man has written one good thing, he must ever after only copy himself. The Battle of Constantine, and the School of Athens...
Strana 8 - To whom the father of th' immortal powers, Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with showers. Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain? Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main ! Rever'd and awful e'en in heaven's abodes, Ancient and great! a god above the gods! If that low race offend thy power divine, (Weak, daring creatures ! ) is not vengeance thine ? Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise.
Strana 197 - Stript of his rags, he blaz'd out like a god. Full in their face the lifted bow he bore, And quiver'd deaths, a formidable store ; Before his feet the rattling shower he threw, And thus, terrific, to the suitor-crew : One venturous game this hand has won to-day, Another, princes ! yet remains to play ; Another mark our arrow must attain. Phoebus, assist ! nor be the labour vain.
Strana 180 - Ulysses bore not from his native land ; Nor in the front of battle taught to bend; But kept, in dear memorial of his friend.
Strana 93 - Cease with those tears to melt a manly mind, (Replied the prince) nor be our fates deplor'd, From death and treason to thy arms restor'd. Go bathe, and rob'd in white, ascend the towers; With all thy handmaids thank th' immortal powers; To every god vow hecatombs to bleed, And call Jove's vengeance on their guilty deed.
Strana 82 - tis dangerous to defer. What length of time must we consume in vain, Too curious to explore the menial train ! While the proud foes, industrious to destroy Thy wealth in riot, the delay enjoy. Suffice it in this exigence alone To mark the damsels that attend the throne : Dispers'd the youth resides , their faith to prove Jove grants henceforth, if thou hast spoke from Jove.

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