The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 8Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1819 |
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... Glory and arms and love are all the sound . In the first poem , on the danger of the prince on the coast of Spain , there is a puerile and ridiculous mention of Arion at the beginning ; and the last paragraph , on the cable , is in part ...
... Glory and arms and love are all the sound . In the first poem , on the danger of the prince on the coast of Spain , there is a puerile and ridiculous mention of Arion at the beginning ; and the last paragraph , on the cable , is in part ...
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... glory of our English poetry , who has disclaimed the use of it upon the stage ; though no man ever employed it there so happily as he . It was the strength of his genius , that first brought it into credit in plays ; and it is the force ...
... glory of our English poetry , who has disclaimed the use of it upon the stage ; though no man ever employed it there so happily as he . It was the strength of his genius , that first brought it into credit in plays ; and it is the force ...
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... glory in the bud , lets nothing fall That argues fear : if any thought annoys The gallant youth , ' tis love's untasted joys ; And dear remembrance of that fatal glance , For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France ; Where he had ...
... glory in the bud , lets nothing fall That argues fear : if any thought annoys The gallant youth , ' tis love's untasted joys ; And dear remembrance of that fatal glance , For which he lately pawn'd his heart in France ; Where he had ...
الصفحة 37
... glory , and our nation's crime . When the first monarch of this happy isle , Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile , This work of cost and piety begun , To be accomplish'd by his glorious son : Who all that came within the ample ...
... glory , and our nation's crime . When the first monarch of this happy isle , Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile , This work of cost and piety begun , To be accomplish'd by his glorious son : Who all that came within the ample ...
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... glory : here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive : The gracious image , seeming to give leave , Propitious stands , vouchsafing to be seen ; And by our muse saluted , mighty queen : In whom th ' extremes of power and ...
... glory : here we dare unfold In numbers thus the wonders we conceive : The gracious image , seeming to give leave , Propitious stands , vouchsafing to be seen ; And by our muse saluted , mighty queen : In whom th ' extremes of power and ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Æneid ancient appear arms bear bear-baiting beauty blest blood bold brave breast Charles Dryden charms church death delight design'd divine Dryden e'er EARL OF ROSCOMMON ev'n eyes fair false fame fate fear fight flame foes fools give glory grace hand happy haste heart Heaven honour hope Hudibras Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN kind king labour lady laws light live lord Lucretius mighty mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never night NIHIL noble nobler numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pains passion peace PINDARIC poem poet poetry poison'd praise pride prince Quoth rage resolv'd rest rhyme Rome sacred saints satire scorn sense song soul sword tempest terrour thee things thou thought Tibullus true turn'd twas twill us'd verse vex'd Virgil virtue Waller wind wise wretched write youth
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الصفحة 600 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
الصفحة 600 - The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung: Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
الصفحة 472 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
الصفحة 518 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil.
الصفحة 53 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
الصفحة 587 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike.
الصفحة 577 - Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase, Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the state; And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit To reign and wage immortal war with wit, Cried : " 'Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me.
الصفحة 554 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires ; My manhood long misled by wand'ring fires, Follow'd false lights ; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could shock my faith than Three in One ? " In drawing Dryden's character, Johnson has given, though I suppose unintentionally, some touches of his own.
الصفحة 51 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
الصفحة 601 - The many rend the skies with loud applause: So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again; At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.