The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, 21±Ç1807 |
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... tell The names of pirates in whose hands he fell ; But at the den of thieves he justly flies , And ev'ry Algerine is lawful prize . No private person , in the foe's estate Can plead exemption from the public fate ; Yet Christian laws ...
... tell The names of pirates in whose hands he fell ; But at the den of thieves he justly flies , And ev'ry Algerine is lawful prize . No private person , in the foe's estate Can plead exemption from the public fate ; Yet Christian laws ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... tell What sad mischance those pretty birds befel . Nay , no mischance , the savage Dame reply'd , But want of wit in their unerring guide , And eager haste , and gaudy hopes , and giddy pride . Yet , wishing timely warning may prevail ...
... tell What sad mischance those pretty birds befel . Nay , no mischance , the savage Dame reply'd , But want of wit in their unerring guide , And eager haste , and gaudy hopes , and giddy pride . Yet , wishing timely warning may prevail ...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö
... tell the tale . The Swallow , ( privileg'd , above the rest Of all the birds , as man's familiar guest , ) Pursues the sun , in summer , brisk and bold , But wisely shuns the persecuting cold : 430 Is well to chancels and to chimnies ...
... tell the tale . The Swallow , ( privileg'd , above the rest Of all the birds , as man's familiar guest , ) Pursues the sun , in summer , brisk and bold , But wisely shuns the persecuting cold : 430 Is well to chancels and to chimnies ...
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... act are join'd ; And a new canting holiday design'd . Five days he sat , for every cast and look ; Four more than God to finish Adam took : 10 But who can tell what essence angels are , 20 59 ¡¤¡¤ Epitaph intended for Dryden's Wife.
... act are join'd ; And a new canting holiday design'd . Five days he sat , for every cast and look ; Four more than God to finish Adam took : 10 But who can tell what essence angels are , 20 59 ¡¤¡¤ Epitaph intended for Dryden's Wife.
60 ÆäÀÌÁö
John Bell. But who can tell what essence angels are , 20 Or how long Heav'n was making Lucifer ? O could the style that copy'd ev'ry grace , And plough'd such furrows for an eunuch face , Could it have form'd his ever - changing will ...
John Bell. But who can tell what essence angels are , 20 Or how long Heav'n was making Lucifer ? O could the style that copy'd ev'ry grace , And plough'd such furrows for an eunuch face , Could it have form'd his ever - changing will ...
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Amyntas Arcite arms beauty began behold betwixt blood breast call'd Canterbury tales charms Chaucer court crime crowd damn'd dare death design'd DRYDEN DUCHESS of YORK Duke of Guise e'en Emily EPILOGUE ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear fight foes fools forc'd give grace happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honor JOHN DRYDEN kind king knight ladies laws learn'd liv'd live look'd lord lov'd mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon peace Pirithous plac'd play pleas'd pleasure poets pow'r praise prince PROLOGUE queen race rais'd reign rest rhyme sacred satire scarce sigh sight Silent Woman soul sov'reign stage sure sweet Thebes thee Theseus thine thou thought thro true turn'd Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD verse Virgil virtue whate'er Whigs wise write young youth
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70 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dulness from his tender years: Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - He is a perpetual fountain of good sense ; learned in all sciences ; and, therefore, speaks properly on all subjects. As he knew what to say, so he knows also when to leave off ; a continence which is practised by few writers, and scarcely by any of the ancients, excepting Virgil and Horace.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - She gave but glimpses of her glorious mind : And multitudes of virtues pass'd along ; Each pressing foremost in the mighty throng, Ambitious to be seen, and then make room For greater multitudes that were to come.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall say the less of Mr. Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly ; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality; and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tale, The Cock and the Fox, which I have translated, and some others, I may justly give our countryman the precedence in that part, since I can remember nothing of Ovid which was wholly his. Both of them understood the manners; under which name I comprehend the passions and, in a larger sense, the descriptions of persons and their very habits.