The Works of the English Poets: PriorH. Hughs, 1779 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 43
עמוד 13
... death- " Ille dies - quem femper acerbum " Semper honoratum ( fic Dî voluiftis ) habebo . " Æneas could not reflect upon the lofs of his own father with greater piety , my Lord , than I muft recall the memory of yours : and , when I ...
... death- " Ille dies - quem femper acerbum " Semper honoratum ( fic Dî voluiftis ) habebo . " Æneas could not reflect upon the lofs of his own father with greater piety , my Lord , than I muft recall the memory of yours : and , when I ...
עמוד 22
... Perfection fuffer'd pain , Almighty languish'd , and Eternal dyed : How by her patient victor death was flain ; And earth prophan'd , yet blefs'd , with Deicide . Then Then down with all thy boafted volumes , down ; PRIOR'S POEMS .
... Perfection fuffer'd pain , Almighty languish'd , and Eternal dyed : How by her patient victor death was flain ; And earth prophan'd , yet blefs'd , with Deicide . Then Then down with all thy boafted volumes , down ; PRIOR'S POEMS .
עמוד 24
... death's deep ocean drown'd : Is mercy there ; or fweet forgiveness found ? O fave me yet , whilst on the brink I stand ; Rebuke the ftorm , and waft my foul to land . O let her reft beneath thy wing secure , Thou that art the God of ...
... death's deep ocean drown'd : Is mercy there ; or fweet forgiveness found ? O fave me yet , whilst on the brink I stand ; Rebuke the ftorm , and waft my foul to land . O let her reft beneath thy wing secure , Thou that art the God of ...
עמוד 47
... brought too near . IX . If we fee right , we fee our woes : Then what avails it to have eyes ? From ignorance our comfort flows : The only wretched are the wife , 5 1. We X. We wearied fhould lie down in death : This PRIOR'S 47 . POEMS.
... brought too near . IX . If we fee right , we fee our woes : Then what avails it to have eyes ? From ignorance our comfort flows : The only wretched are the wife , 5 1. We X. We wearied fhould lie down in death : This PRIOR'S 47 . POEMS.
עמוד 48
Samuel Johnson. X. We wearied fhould lie down in death : This cheat of life would take no more , If you thought fame but empty breath , I , Phillis but a perjur'd whore . Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW , cum Theses de Ictero ...
Samuel Johnson. X. We wearied fhould lie down in death : This cheat of life would take no more , If you thought fame but empty breath , I , Phillis but a perjur'd whore . Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW , cum Theses de Ictero ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, כרך 30 <span dir=ltr>Samuel Johnson</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 1779 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
againſt arms banyſhed beauteous beauty Belgia blefs bleft bleſs bofom breaſt charms Cleomenes Cloe confefs conftant conqueft crown'd Cupid darts dear defire Derry Emma Emma's eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear fecret feven fhall fhew fhould fighs fight fing firſt flame fmile foft fome fong forrow ftand ftill fubject fuch fure fword glorious Goddeſs grene wode go grief happy heart Heaven Henry hero Hippolytus honour Jove juft king laft laſt leaſt lefs loft lord lyre maid mankynde I love Mufe muft muſt mynde Namur ne'er numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pleaſure praiſe prefent profe purſue rage raiſe reft rife rove Sambre ſay ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Venus verfe verſe virtue vows ween weep Whilft whofe Whoſe William wiſhes wyll youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 121 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
עמוד 128 - Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
עמוד 122 - Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
עמוד 100 - Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus' peak. But in this nymph, my friend, my sister know : She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow : Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring grove, Sacred to soft recess, and gentle love.
עמוד 122 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way; They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
עמוד 191 - Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit. He loves cheap port, and double bub, And settles in the Humdrum Club; He learns how stocks will fall or rise; Holds poverty the greatest vice ; Thinks wit the bane of conversation ; And says that learning spoils a nation.
עמוד 98 - To Me pertains not, She replies, To know or care where CUPID flies ; What are his Haunts, or which his Way ; Where He would dwell, or whither stray : Yet will I never set Thee free : For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.
עמוד 33 - Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary, I thought it was in vain to tarry: But did opine it might be better, By penny-post to send a letter; Now if you miss of this epistle, I'm balk'd again, and may go whistle.
עמוד 130 - The Change, the City, or the Play, As each was proper for the day : A turn in summer to Hyde Park, When it grew tolerably dark.
עמוד 84 - S'en va tomber sous la foudre Qui dompta Lille, Courtrai; Gand, la superbe espagnole, Saint-Omer, Besançon, Dole, Ypres, Mastricht et Cambrai. Mes présages s'accomplissent : 11 commence à chanceler. Sous les coups qui retentissent Ses murs s'en vont s'écrouler.