The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, כרכים 29-31Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 11
... must kifs , And cold that bosom , once all downy bliss ; On whofe foft pillows , lull'd in fweet delights , He us'd , in balmy fleep , to lose the nights . Ah ! Ah ! where is all that love and fondnefs fled THE MOURNING MUSE OF ALEXIS . 14.
... must kifs , And cold that bosom , once all downy bliss ; On whofe foft pillows , lull'd in fweet delights , He us'd , in balmy fleep , to lose the nights . Ah ! Ah ! where is all that love and fondnefs fled THE MOURNING MUSE OF ALEXIS . 14.
עמוד 12
... must all that heaven of beauty come ! And muft Paftora moulder in the tomb ! Ah , death ! more fierce and unrelenting far , Than wildeft wolves or favage tigers are ; With lambs and fheep their hungers are appeas'd , But ravencus death ...
... must all that heaven of beauty come ! And muft Paftora moulder in the tomb ! Ah , death ! more fierce and unrelenting far , Than wildeft wolves or favage tigers are ; With lambs and fheep their hungers are appeas'd , But ravencus death ...
עמוד 21
... must again to native earth restore , And all his race with iron teeth devour . Nor good nor great fhall ' fcape his hungry maw , But bleeding Nature prove the rigid law . Not yet the loofsen'd earth aloft was flung , Or pois'd amid the ...
... must again to native earth restore , And all his race with iron teeth devour . Nor good nor great fhall ' fcape his hungry maw , But bleeding Nature prove the rigid law . Not yet the loofsen'd earth aloft was flung , Or pois'd amid the ...
עמוד 40
... must have , And be to fome inhuman lord a flave . Elfe fome avenging Greek , with fury fill'd , Or for an only fon or father kill'd By Hector's hand , on him will vent his rage , And with his blood his thirfty grief affuage ; For many ...
... must have , And be to fome inhuman lord a flave . Elfe fome avenging Greek , with fury fill'd , Or for an only fon or father kill'd By Hector's hand , on him will vent his rage , And with his blood his thirfty grief affuage ; For many ...
עמוד 46
... must fail , Where Piety itself can nought avail . The rich , the great , the innocent , and just , Muft all be ... must , alas ! thou muft , my friend ; ( The very hour thou now doft spend In ftudying to avoid , brings on thy end ) Thou ...
... must fail , Where Piety itself can nought avail . The rich , the great , the innocent , and just , Muft all be ... must , alas ! thou muft , my friend ; ( The very hour thou now doft spend In ftudying to avoid , brings on thy end ) Thou ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS W/P <span dir=ltr>Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POETS W/P <span dir=ltr>Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
againſt Amyntas arms beauteous beauty Belgia blefs bleft bofom breaſt bright caufe ceaſe charms Dæmon dear defire delight deſpair Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feen fhades fhall fhew fhould figh fight fing fire firft firſt flain flame fmiling foft fome fong foon forrow foul fpring ftill ftreams fuch fudden fure fwain fweet goddeſs gods grace grief grove heart heaven himſelf honour huſband Jove laft laſt lefs light loft lord lov'd lute lyre moft moſt mourn Mufe muft Muſe muſt Namur ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Otreus paffion Phaon Pindar plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue rage raiſe reft reſt rife Sappho ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Venus verfe verſe weeping Whilft whofe Whoſe youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 50 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
עמוד 74 - 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 68 - ... 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 ! 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 22 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
עמוד 50 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
עמוד 258 - ... tortures, and rejoice in fire; Or had I faith like that which Israel saw, When Moses gave them miracles and law; Yet...
עמוד 257 - Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire, To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire; Or had I faith like that which Israel saw, When Moses gave them miracles and law...
עמוד 92 - Terrible, marches through the midday air, And scatters death; the arrow that by night Cuts the dank mist, and fatal wings its flight; The billowing snow, and violence of the...
עמוד 44 - 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 45 - And through the woods uncertain chanc'd to stray. Apollo passing by beheld the maid ; And, Sister dear, bright Cynthia, turn, he said: The hunted hind lies close in yonder brake. Loud Cupid laugh'd, to see the god's mistake ; And laughing, cried, Learn better, great divine, To know thy kindred, and to honour mine.