The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 5±ÇSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Sam- fon , which yet more troubles him . Manoah then departs to profecute his endevor with the Philistine lords for Samfon's redemption ; who in the mean while is vifited by other perfons ; and laftly by a public officer to require his ...
... Sam- fon , which yet more troubles him . Manoah then departs to profecute his endevor with the Philistine lords for Samfon's redemption ; who in the mean while is vifited by other perfons ; and laftly by a public officer to require his ...
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... SAMS . I hear the found of words , their fense the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours ...
... SAMS . I hear the found of words , their fense the air Diffolves unjointed ere it reach my ear . CHO . He speaks , let us draw nigh . The glory late of Ifrael , now the grief ; Matchlefs in [ might , We come thy friends and neighbours ...
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... SAMS . The first I saw at Timna , and the pleas'd Me , not my parents , that I fought to wed The daughter of an infidel : they knew not That what I motion'd was of God ; I knew From intimate impulse , and therefore urg'd The marriage on ...
... SAMS . The first I saw at Timna , and the pleas'd Me , not my parents , that I fought to wed The daughter of an infidel : they knew not That what I motion'd was of God ; I knew From intimate impulse , and therefore urg'd The marriage on ...
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... SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On Ifrael's governors , and heads of tribes , Who feeing thofe great acts , which God had done Singly by me against their conquerors , Acknowledg'd not , or not at all confider'd ...
... SAMS . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On Ifrael's governors , and heads of tribes , Who feeing thofe great acts , which God had done Singly by me against their conquerors , Acknowledg'd not , or not at all confider'd ...
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... well pronouncing Shibboleth . 285 SAMS . Of fuch examples add me to the roll , 290 Me easily indeed mine may neglect , But God's propos'd deliverance not fo . ' ¬³¬ß¬à . CHO . Juft are the ways of God , And 16 MILTON'S POEMS .
... well pronouncing Shibboleth . 285 SAMS . Of fuch examples add me to the roll , 290 Me easily indeed mine may neglect , But God's propos'd deliverance not fo . ' ¬³¬ß¬à . CHO . Juft are the ways of God , And 16 MILTON'S POEMS .
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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.