The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, כרכים 29-31Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 82
עמוד 13
... my feeble voice can raise ; What voice fo weak , that cannot fing his praise ! The listening world each whisper will befriend That breathes his name , and every ear attend . The The hovering winds on downy wings fhall wait around , L 13 J.
... my feeble voice can raise ; What voice fo weak , that cannot fing his praise ! The listening world each whisper will befriend That breathes his name , and every ear attend . The The hovering winds on downy wings fhall wait around , L 13 J.
עמוד 14
... praise be heard ; For by his name my verfe fhall be preferr'd . Borne like a lark upon this eagle's wing , High as the spheres , I will his triumph fing ; High as the head of Fame ; Fame , whofe exalted fize From the deep vale extends ...
... praise be heard ; For by his name my verfe fhall be preferr'd . Borne like a lark upon this eagle's wing , High as the spheres , I will his triumph fing ; High as the head of Fame ; Fame , whofe exalted fize From the deep vale extends ...
עמוד 29
... praise . " On his heroic deeds thy verse shall rise ; " Thou fhalt diffufe the fires that he supplies . " Through him thy songs shall more fublime aspire ; " And he , through them , shall deathless fame acquire ? " Nor Time nor Fate his ...
... praise . " On his heroic deeds thy verse shall rise ; " Thou fhalt diffufe the fires that he supplies . " Through him thy songs shall more fublime aspire ; " And he , through them , shall deathless fame acquire ? " Nor Time nor Fate his ...
עמוד 30
... praise be dumb . 111 . And lo ! Silence himself is here ; Methinks I fee the midnight god appear , In all his downy pomp array'd , Behold the reverend fhade : An ancient figh he fits upon , Whofe Whose memory of found is long fince gone ...
... praise be dumb . 111 . And lo ! Silence himself is here ; Methinks I fee the midnight god appear , In all his downy pomp array'd , Behold the reverend fhade : An ancient figh he fits upon , Whofe Whose memory of found is long fince gone ...
עמוד 57
... praising beauty , does no wrong , May boaft to be fuccefsful in his fong : But when the fair themselves approve his lays , And one excepts , and one vouchfafes to praise , His wide ambition knows no farther bound , Nor can his Mufe with ...
... praising beauty , does no wrong , May boaft to be fuccefsful in his fong : But when the fair themselves approve his lays , And one excepts , and one vouchfafes to praise , His wide ambition knows no farther bound , Nor can his Mufe with ...
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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.