The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen 5Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Muses have brought forth since our famous Spenfer wrote ; whose poems in these English ones are as rarely imitated , as fweetly excell'd . Reader , if thou art eagle - ey'd to cenfure their worth , I am not fearful to expose them to thy ...
... Muses have brought forth since our famous Spenfer wrote ; whose poems in these English ones are as rarely imitated , as fweetly excell'd . Reader , if thou art eagle - ey'd to cenfure their worth , I am not fearful to expose them to thy ...
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... Muse with Angels did divide to fing ; But headlong joy is ever on the wing , In wintry folftice like the shorten'd light Soon fwallow'd up in dark and long out - living night . II . For now to forrow muft I tune my fong , And set my ...
... Muse with Angels did divide to fing ; But headlong joy is ever on the wing , In wintry folftice like the shorten'd light Soon fwallow'd up in dark and long out - living night . II . For now to forrow muft I tune my fong , And set my ...
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... Muse , 515 Story'd of old in high immortal verse , Of dire chimera's and inchanted iles , And rifted rocks whofe entrance leads to Hell ; For fuch there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immur'd in ...
... Muse , 515 Story'd of old in high immortal verse , Of dire chimera's and inchanted iles , And rifted rocks whofe entrance leads to Hell ; For fuch there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immur'd in ...
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... Muse With lucky words favor my deftin'd urn , And as he passes turn , And bid fair peace be to my fable fhroud . 20 For we were nurft upon the felf - fame hill , Fed the fame flock by fountain , fhade , and rill . Together both , ere ...
... Muse With lucky words favor my deftin'd urn , And as he passes turn , And bid fair peace be to my fable fhroud . 20 For we were nurft upon the felf - fame hill , Fed the fame flock by fountain , fhade , and rill . Together both , ere ...
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... Muse herself for her inchanting fon , Whom univerfal nature did lament , When by the rout that made the hideous roar , His goary vifage down the stream was fent , Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian fhore ? Alas ! what boots it with ...
... Muse herself for her inchanting fon , Whom univerfal nature did lament , When by the rout that made the hideous roar , His goary vifage down the stream was fent , Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian fhore ? Alas ! what boots it with ...
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Página 95 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 143 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Página 95 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 87 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 142 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Página 143 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
Página 96 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 141 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Página 99 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 74 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.