The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 23±ÇSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... SYPHAX , General of the Numidians . Mr. CIBBER . PORTIUS , Sons of Cato . MARCUS , DECIUS , Ambassador from C©¡far . Mr. PowEL . Mr. RYAN . Mr. BowMAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato . Mrs. OLDFIELD . Mrs ...
... SYPHAX , General of the Numidians . Mr. CIBBER . PORTIUS , Sons of Cato . MARCUS , DECIUS , Ambassador from C©¡far . Mr. PowEL . Mr. RYAN . Mr. BowMAN . Mutineers , Guards , & c . WOMEN . MARCIA , Daughter to Cato . Mrs. OLDFIELD . Mrs ...
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... Syphax comes not ; his Numidian genius Is well difpos'd to mifchief , were he prompt And cager on it ; but he must ... Syphax comes ! — S SCENE SCENE III . SYPHAX , SEMPRONIUS . SY PHA X. CATO . 257.
... Syphax comes not ; his Numidian genius Is well difpos'd to mifchief , were he prompt And cager on it ; but he must ... Syphax comes ! — S SCENE SCENE III . SYPHAX , SEMPRONIUS . SY PHA X. CATO . 257.
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... Syphax , there's no time to waste ; Ev'n whilst we speak , our conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us every moment . Alas thou know'ft not C©¡far's active foul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war : in vain ...
... Syphax , there's no time to waste ; Ev'n whilst we speak , our conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us every moment . Alas thou know'ft not C©¡far's active foul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war : in vain ...
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... Syphax , I'll conceal My thoughts in paffion , ( ' tis the fureft way ) ; I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country , And mouth at C©¡far till I fhake the Senate . Your cold hypocrify ' s a ftale device , A worn - out trick : wouldst ...
... Syphax , I'll conceal My thoughts in paffion , ( ' tis the fureft way ) ; I'll bellow out for Rome and for my country , And mouth at C©¡far till I fhake the Senate . Your cold hypocrify ' s a ftale device , A worn - out trick : wouldst ...
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... SYPHAX . I'll try if yet I can reduce to reafon [ Exit . This head - ftrong youth , and make him fpurn at Cato . The time is fhort , C©¡far comes rushing on us- But hold young Juba fees me , and approaches . SCENE IV . JUBA , SYPHAX ...
... SYPHAX . I'll try if yet I can reduce to reafon [ Exit . This head - ftrong youth , and make him fpurn at Cato . The time is fhort , C©¡far comes rushing on us- But hold young Juba fees me , and approaches . SCENE IV . JUBA , SYPHAX ...
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211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. When, in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - And each by turns his aking heart assails. As he thus ponders, he behind him spies His opening hounds, and now he hears their cries: A generous pack, or to maintain the chase, Or snuff the vapour from the scented grass.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, And falls again, as loth to quit its hold. — Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, And can't get loose.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store.