The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumes 13-14Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... virtue prove death's harbinger ? must she , With him expiring , feel mortality ? Is death , fin's wages , grace's now ? shall art Make us more learned , only to depart ? If merit be disease ; if virtue death ; To be good , not to be ...
... virtue prove death's harbinger ? must she , With him expiring , feel mortality ? Is death , fin's wages , grace's now ? shall art Make us more learned , only to depart ? If merit be disease ; if virtue death ; To be good , not to be ...
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... virtue's , and on learning's pole : Whofe regular motions better to our view , Than Archimedes ' fphere , the heavens did fhew . Graces and virtues , languages and arts , Beauty and learning , fill'd up all the parts . Heaven's gifts ...
... virtue's , and on learning's pole : Whofe regular motions better to our view , Than Archimedes ' fphere , the heavens did fhew . Graces and virtues , languages and arts , Beauty and learning , fill'd up all the parts . Heaven's gifts ...
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... virtue , knowledge , worth ; Transcribe th ' original in new copies ; give Haftings o'th ' better part : fo fhall he live In's nobler half ; and the great grandfire be Of an heroic divine progeny : An issue , which , t'eternity fhall ...
... virtue , knowledge , worth ; Transcribe th ' original in new copies ; give Haftings o'th ' better part : fo fhall he live In's nobler half ; and the great grandfire be Of an heroic divine progeny : An issue , which , t'eternity fhall ...
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... virtue poifon'd foon as born , With the too early thoughts of being king . VIII . Fortune , that eafy miftrefs to the young , But to her ancient fervants coy and hard , Him at that age her favourites rank'd among , When the her best ...
... virtue poifon'd foon as born , With the too early thoughts of being king . VIII . Fortune , that eafy miftrefs to the young , But to her ancient fervants coy and hard , Him at that age her favourites rank'd among , When the her best ...
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... virtues did furvey , By intuition in his own large breast , Where all the rich ideas of them lay , That were the rule and measure to the reft . XXVII . When fuch heroic virtue heaven fets out , The ftars , like commons , fullenly obey ...
... virtues did furvey , By intuition in his own large breast , Where all the rich ideas of them lay , That were the rule and measure to the reft . XXVII . When fuch heroic virtue heaven fets out , The ftars , like commons , fullenly obey ...
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Page 189 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 129 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 203 - 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.
Page 181 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Page 3 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Page 128 - And, to be loved himself, needs only to be known. Just, good, and wise, contending neighbours ,. come, | From your award to wait their final doom ; ( And, foes before, return in friendship home. Without their cost, you terminate the cause, And save the...
Page 97 - Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense. The King himself the sacred unction made, As King by office, and as priest by trade. In his sinister hand, instead of ball, He plac'da mighty mug of potent ale; Love's Kingdom...
Page 190 - Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat.
Page 99 - Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, "whipstitch, kiss my arse", Promised a play and dwindled to a farce?
Page 200 - In flower 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...