The Works of the English Poets: Denham and YaldenSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fatally deceiv'd he had not been , While he the bottom , not his face had feen . But his proud head the airy mountain hides Among the clouds ; his fhoulders and his fides * The Foreft . A fhady A fhady mantle cloaths ; his curled brows ...
... fatally deceiv'd he had not been , While he the bottom , not his face had feen . But his proud head the airy mountain hides Among the clouds ; his fhoulders and his fides * The Foreft . A fhady A fhady mantle cloaths ; his curled brows ...
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... they would buy , And with a foe that would not only fly . The ftag now confcious of his fatal growth , At once indulgent to his fear and floth , Το To fome dark covert his retreat had made , Where DENHAM'S 15 . POEM S. "
... they would buy , And with a foe that would not only fly . The ftag now confcious of his fatal growth , At once indulgent to his fear and floth , Το To fome dark covert his retreat had made , Where DENHAM'S 15 . POEM S. "
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... fatal ftrife , So much his love was dearer than his life . Now every leaf , and every moving breath Prefents a foe , and every foe a death . Weary'd , forfaken , and purfued , at laft All fafety in defpair of fafety plac'd , Courage he ...
... fatal ftrife , So much his love was dearer than his life . Now every leaf , and every moving breath Prefents a foe , and every foe a death . Weary'd , forfaken , and purfued , at laft All fafety in defpair of fafety plac'd , Courage he ...
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... fatal image ; straight with our fuccefs Our hopes fell back , whilft prodigies exprefs Her just disdain , her flaming eyes did throw Flashes of lightning , from each part did flow A briny fweat , thrice brandishing her fpear , Her ...
... fatal image ; straight with our fuccefs Our hopes fell back , whilft prodigies exprefs Her just disdain , her flaming eyes did throw Flashes of lightning , from each part did flow A briny fweat , thrice brandishing her fpear , Her ...
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... fatal horse , We all confent . A fpacious breach we make , and Troy's proud wall , Built by the gods , by her own hands doth fall ; Thus , all their help to their own ruin give , Some draw with cords , and fome the monster drive With ...
... fatal horse , We all confent . A fpacious breach we make , and Troy's proud wall , Built by the gods , by her own hands doth fall ; Thus , all their help to their own ruin give , Some draw with cords , and fome the monster drive With ...
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Стр. 13 - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants ; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Стр. 55 - Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate, And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear ; He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jason brought the golden fleece ; To him that language, though to none Of th' others, as his own was known.
Стр. 12 - But to be restless in a worse extreme ? And for that lethargy was there no cure But to be cast into a calenture ; Can knowledge have no bound, but...
Стр. 13 - But free and common as the sea or wind; When he to boast or to disperse his stores Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Brings home to us, and...
Стр. 55 - Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, He did not steal, but emulate! And when he would like them appear, •/ Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear...
Стр. 16 - All instruments, all arts of ruin met; He calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, His winged heels, and then his armed head; With these t' avoid, with that his fate to meet; But fear prevails and bids him trust his feet.
Стр. 11 - A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Стр. 18 - Though prodigal of life, disdains to die By common hands; but, if he can descry Some nobler foe approach, to him he calls, And begs his fate, and then contented falls. So when the king a mortal shaft lets fly...
Стр. 49 - Prithee die and set me free, Or else be Kind and brisk, and gay like me; I pretend not to the wise ones, To the grave, to the grave, Or the precise ones. Tis not Cheeks, nor Lips nor Eyes, That I prize, Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies, If wise thou wilt appear, and knowing, Repartie, Repartie To what I'm doing. Prithee why the Room so dark? Not a Spark Left to light me to the mark ; I love day-light and a candle, And to see, and to see, As well as handle.
Стр. 11 - Th' adjoining abbey fell. (May no such storm Fall on our times, where ruin must reform!) Tell me, my Muse! what monstrous dire offence, What crime could any Christian king incense To such a rage ? Was't luxury or lust ? Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ? Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor...