The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, المجلد 401807 |
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الصفحة 74
... Thebes having , by mistake , slain his father Laius , and married his mother Jocasta , put out his own eyes , and resigned his realm to his sons Eteocles and Polynices . Being neglected by them , he makes his prayer to the fury ...
... Thebes having , by mistake , slain his father Laius , and married his mother Jocasta , put out his own eyes , and resigned his realm to his sons Eteocles and Polynices . Being neglected by them , he makes his prayer to the fury ...
الصفحة 75
... Thebes resound , Whose fatal rage th ' unhappy monarch found ? The sire against the son his arrows drew ; O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plung'd into ...
... Thebes resound , Whose fatal rage th ' unhappy monarch found ? The sire against the son his arrows drew ; O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plung'd into ...
الصفحة 76
... Theban wars an humbler theme may chuse : 50 Of furious hate surviving death , she sings , A fatal throne to two contending kings , And fun'ral flames that , parting wide in air , Express the discord of the souls they bear ; Of towns ...
... Theban wars an humbler theme may chuse : 50 Of furious hate surviving death , she sings , A fatal throne to two contending kings , And fun'ral flames that , parting wide in air , Express the discord of the souls they bear ; Of towns ...
الصفحة 79
... Thebes her flight ; With eager speed the well - known journey took , Nor here regrets the hell she late forsook . A hundred snakes her gloomy visage shade , A hundred serpents guard her horrid head ; 145 In her sunk eye - balls dreadful ...
... Thebes her flight ; With eager speed the well - known journey took , Nor here regrets the hell she late forsook . A hundred snakes her gloomy visage shade , A hundred serpents guard her horrid head ; 145 In her sunk eye - balls dreadful ...
الصفحة 80
... Theban palace spreads her wings ; Once more invades the guilty dome , and shrouds Its bright pavilions in a veil of clouds ; Strait with the rage of all their race possest , Stung to the soul , the brothers start from rest , And all the ...
... Theban palace spreads her wings ; Once more invades the guilty dome , and shrouds Its bright pavilions in a veil of clouds ; Strait with the rage of all their race possest , Stung to the soul , the brothers start from rest , And all the ...
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Author bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd Boileau charms Cibber court Criticism dæmon dear Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunciad EPISTLE Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flame folly fool Francis Atterbury genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor Horace Iliad IMITATIONS kings knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord lov'd Matthew Concanen MIST'S JOURNAL moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once Ovid person pleas'd Poem poet poet's poor Pope pow'r praise pride printed proud Queen rage REMARKS rhymes rise sacred saith Sappho satire shade shew shine sing SMIL soft soul Swift tell thee thine things thou thought Town truth Twas verse Virg Virgil virtue Whig wife words wretched writ write youth
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الصفحة 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
الصفحة 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
الصفحة 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
الصفحة 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
الصفحة 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
الصفحة 126 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
الصفحة 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
الصفحة 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
الصفحة 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
الصفحة 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.