The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 321790 |
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... rage , Heaps of the flain of every sex and age , The blade all reeking in the gore it shed , With fever'd heads and arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragic ...
... rage , Heaps of the flain of every sex and age , The blade all reeking in the gore it shed , With fever'd heads and arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragic ...
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... rage None can withstand , and nothing can affuage ; And all that light which those bright flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our grave .. When I had just begun love's joys to taste , ( Thofe full rewards for fears and dangers ...
... rage None can withstand , and nothing can affuage ; And all that light which those bright flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our grave .. When I had just begun love's joys to taste , ( Thofe full rewards for fears and dangers ...
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... rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my defpair ...
... rage her body feels , and tongue bewails : She , whofe difdain fo many lovers prove , Sighs now for torment , as they figh for love , And with loud cries , which rend the neighbouring air , Wounds my fad heart , and weakens my defpair ...
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... vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The sharpeft , fure , is love . VOL . XXXII . D Yet Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly SON G. 33.
... vent a grief That's not to be exprest . This rage within my veins No reafon can remove ; Of all the mind's most cruel pains , The sharpeft , fure , is love . VOL . XXXII . D Yet Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly SON G. 33.
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... rage , and turn'd it all to love : When straight a guft of fierce devotion blows , And in a moment all her joys o'erthrows : The poor Armida tears her golden hair , Matchlefs till now , for love or for defpair . Who is not mov'd while ...
... rage , and turn'd it all to love : When straight a guft of fierce devotion blows , And in a moment all her joys o'erthrows : The poor Armida tears her golden hair , Matchlefs till now , for love or for defpair . Who is not mov'd while ...
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againſt arms azure band beauty Belgia beſt blefs bleft breaſt bright cauſe ceaſe charms Cloe Cupid dear death defire delight eaſe ev'n eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fave fear fenfe fhall fhew fhining fighs fight fince fing firſt flame fmiling foes fome fong foon forrow foul friendſhip ftand ftill fubject fuch fure greateſt grief happy heart Heaven hero himſelf honour itſelf Jove juft juſt king laft laſt Latium lefs loft maſter's mighty mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Namur ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent rage raiſe reaſon reft reſt rifing ſaid Sambre ſee ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe Venus verſe vex'd virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife William's wiſh worſe wretched youth
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Página 259 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Página 217 - Full fifteen thousand lusty fellows, With fire and sword the fort maintain; Each was a Hercules, you tell us, Yet out they march'd like common men. Cannons above, and mines below, Did death and tombs for foes contrive; Yet matters have been order'd so, That most of us are still alive.
Página 260 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Página 60 - For oh ! your face has fuch peculiar charms, That who can hold from flying to your arms ! But what I ne'er can have without offence, May forne blefl maid poffefs with innocence.
Página 190 - Gather all the fmiling hours ; Such as with friendly care have guarded Patriots and kings in rightful wars ; Such as with conqueft have rewarded Triumphant viftors' happy cares ; Such as ftory has recorded Sacred to Naflau's long renown, For countries fav'd, and battles won.
Página 259 - Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to destroy The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were design'd to inspire love and joy: More ord'nary eyes may serve people for weeping.
Página 173 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Página 232 - But why should I stories of Athens rehearse, Where people knew love, and were partial to verse ; Since none can with justice my pleasures oppose, In Holland...
Página 259 - Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies; but thou hast my heart.