The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Svazek 26Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... chiefs fufpended conquest hung ; Till , forc'd at length , difdaining much to yield , 105 Charles to his rival quits the fatal field . Numbers and fortune o'er his right prevail , And ev'n the British valour feems to fail ; And yet they ...
... chiefs fufpended conquest hung ; Till , forc'd at length , difdaining much to yield , 105 Charles to his rival quits the fatal field . Numbers and fortune o'er his right prevail , And ev'n the British valour feems to fail ; And yet they ...
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... chief's tall top - mafts waving high , The British crofs and Belgic lion fly . Loud with tumultuous clamour , loud they rear Their cries of ecstasy , and rend the air ; In peals on peals the fhouts triumphant rise , Spread fwift , and ...
... chief's tall top - mafts waving high , The British crofs and Belgic lion fly . Loud with tumultuous clamour , loud they rear Their cries of ecstasy , and rend the air ; In peals on peals the fhouts triumphant rise , Spread fwift , and ...
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... chief , thee , Goddess Mufe ! my verfe would raise , And to thy own foft numbers tune thy praise ; Happy the youth infpir'd , beneath thy fhade , Thy verdant , ever - living laurels laid ! There , fafe , no pleasures , there no pains ...
... chief , thee , Goddess Mufe ! my verfe would raise , And to thy own foft numbers tune thy praise ; Happy the youth infpir'd , beneath thy fhade , Thy verdant , ever - living laurels laid ! There , fafe , no pleasures , there no pains ...
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... By liftening fhepherds on the distant shore , While much they fear , what ills it fhould portend , And wonder why the watery gods contend . 225 } 230 } 235 High in the midst , Britannia's warlike chief , Too ON THE QUEEN'S SUCCESS . 15.
... By liftening fhepherds on the distant shore , While much they fear , what ills it fhould portend , And wonder why the watery gods contend . 225 } 230 } 235 High in the midst , Britannia's warlike chief , Too ON THE QUEEN'S SUCCESS . 15.
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... chief , Too greatly bold , and prodigal of life , Is feen to prefs where death and dangers call , ' Where the war ... chief , the Angel of his Queen was there , The union - crofs his filver fhield did bear , } And in his decent hand he ...
... chief , Too greatly bold , and prodigal of life , Is feen to prefs where death and dangers call , ' Where the war ... chief , the Angel of his Queen was there , The union - crofs his filver fhield did bear , } And in his decent hand he ...
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Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath bleffings bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh brow cauſe charms convey'd diſtant doft dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fafe fair fam'd fame fate fceptre fcorn feas fecret fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain flame flave fmile foes fome footh foul friends ftand ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fwell fword Gaul gods grace hand hear heart heaven hecatomb hero himſelf hoft ILIAD Jove juſt kings lefs lyre maid monarch mortal Mufe muft muſt ne'er Nereids numbers nymph o'er once paffion Patroclus peace Pirene pleaſure praiſe pride purſue race rage raiſe reft reign rife rofe ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſkill ſky ſmile ſpoils ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand verfe vows whofe youth
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Strana 178 - If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove: Twas there of Just and Good he...
Strana 43 - ... nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground. The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. "'Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Strana 175 - Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Strana 102 - And keep the ftore with undefiring eyes. So round the tree, that bore Hefperian gold, The facred watch lay curl'd in many a fold, .His eyes up-rearing to th' untafted prey, The fleeplefs guardian wafted life away.
Strana 41 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Strana 41 - twas a pleasure too great ; I listen'd, and cried when she sung, Was nightingale ever so sweet ! How foolish was I to believe, She could dote on so lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forsake the fine folk of the town ; To think that a beauty so gay So kind and so constant would prove, Or go clad, like our maidens, in...
Strana 188 - Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the showery bow.
Strana 101 - British crown : Ah ! may they ne'er provoke thee to the fight, Nor foes, more dreadful than the Gaul, invite. Soon may they hold the olive...
Strana 176 - Chiefs, graced with scars and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
Strana 91 - Such dire achievements sings the bard that tells Of palfrey'd dames, bold knights, and magic spells, Where whole brigades one champion's arms o'erthrow, And cleave a giant at a random blow, Slay paynims vile, that force the fair, and tame The goblin's fury, and the dragon's flame. / Our eager youth to distant nations run, To visit fields, their valiant fathers won ; From Flandria's shore their country's fame they trace, Till far Germania shows her blasted face. The...