Of the Nature of Things: In Six Books, Volume 1G. Sawbridge, 1714 |
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... Hence we fee , that , tho ' Com- pofing be indeed the nobler Part of Poetry , yet to translate well is fcarce a leß difficult Task . The Materials , Igrant , are found to the Tranflator's Hands ; but then his Fanfy is bound up , and ...
... Hence we fee , that , tho ' Com- pofing be indeed the nobler Part of Poetry , yet to translate well is fcarce a leß difficult Task . The Materials , Igrant , are found to the Tranflator's Hands ; but then his Fanfy is bound up , and ...
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... hence to diftant Countries go ; What Greece or Rome e'er yields in England fow , And teach th ' Unlearned what the Learned know . In this the French excel , but we take care Not what they write , but only what they wear ; Vain tho ...
... hence to diftant Countries go ; What Greece or Rome e'er yields in England fow , And teach th ' Unlearned what the Learned know . In this the French excel , but we take care Not what they write , but only what they wear ; Vain tho ...
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... Hence too the Grammarians with their Ve- nus Genetrix , unless they will al- low Lucretius to have been infpi- red with fo divine and prophetick aFury , as to have forefeen that Ve- nus would one day be honour'd with that Title by ...
... Hence too the Grammarians with their Ve- nus Genetrix , unless they will al- low Lucretius to have been infpi- red with fo divine and prophetick aFury , as to have forefeen that Ve- nus would one day be honour'd with that Title by ...
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... Hence Milton calls it , The Womb of Nature , and per- haps her Grave . And Ovid . Metam . I. v . 7 . -dixere Chaos ; rudis in- digeftaque moles , Nec quicquam nifi pondus iners ; congeftaque eodem Non bene junctarum difcordia femina ...
... Hence Milton calls it , The Womb of Nature , and per- haps her Grave . And Ovid . Metam . I. v . 7 . -dixere Chaos ; rudis in- digeftaque moles , Nec quicquam nifi pondus iners ; congeftaque eodem Non bene junctarum difcordia femina ...
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... Hence Dryden , or rather Chau- cer , in the Knight's Tale : O Goddess , Haunter of the Woodland green , To whom both Heav'n , and Earth , and Seas are seen : Queen of the nether Skies , where half the Year Thy filver Beams defcend , and ...
... Hence Dryden , or rather Chau- cer , in the Knight's Tale : O Goddess , Haunter of the Woodland green , To whom both Heav'n , and Earth , and Seas are seen : Queen of the nether Skies , where half the Year Thy filver Beams defcend , and ...
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Page 298 - Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Page 270 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be. But here on earth, the guilty have in view The mighty pains to. mighty mischiefs due; Racks, prisons, poisons, the Tarpeian Rock, Stripes, hangmen, pitch, and suffocating smoke; And last, and most, if these were cast behind, Th...
Page 279 - ... with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 196 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 98 - The institution has, indeed, continued to our own time ; the garret is still the usual receptacle of the philosopher and poet ; but this, like many ancient customs, is perpetuated only by an accidental imitation, without knowledge of the original reason for which it was established.
Page 298 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Page 272 - Meantime, when thoughts of death disturb thy head, Consider, Ancus, great and good, is dead; Ancus, thy better far, was born to die, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality? So many monarchs with their mighty state, Who ruled the world, were overruled by fate.
Page 202 - The next, in place and punishment, are they Who prodigally throw their souls away; Fools, who, repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn'd their fate. With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heav'n, and breathe the vital air...
Page 202 - With late repentance now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear, To view the light of heav'n, and breathe the vital air : But fate forbids; the Stygian floods oppose, And with nine circling streams the captive souls inclose.
Page 136 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.