The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen621790 |
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... rage for ruin , 140 In mutual conflict would they rise , and wage Eternal war , till one was quite devour'd . But not for this , ordain'd their boundless rage ; When heaven's inferior inftruments of wrath , War , famine , peftilence ...
... rage for ruin , 140 In mutual conflict would they rise , and wage Eternal war , till one was quite devour'd . But not for this , ordain'd their boundless rage ; When heaven's inferior inftruments of wrath , War , famine , peftilence ...
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... rage . 955 What shall I do ? -Supprefs it ? or proclaim ? - Why fleeps the thunder ? Now , Lorenzo ! now , His best friend's couch the rank adulterer Afcends fecure ; and laughs at gods and men . Prepofterous madmen , void of fear or ...
... rage . 955 What shall I do ? -Supprefs it ? or proclaim ? - Why fleeps the thunder ? Now , Lorenzo ! now , His best friend's couch the rank adulterer Afcends fecure ; and laughs at gods and men . Prepofterous madmen , void of fear or ...
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... rage for . plunder make a god ? " And bloodshed wash out every other stain ? - 1790 " But You , perhaps , can't bleed : from matter grofs " Your Spirits clean , are delicately clad 1795 " In fine - spun Æther , privileg'd to foar ...
... rage for . plunder make a god ? " And bloodshed wash out every other stain ? - 1790 " But You , perhaps , can't bleed : from matter grofs " Your Spirits clean , are delicately clad 1795 " In fine - spun Æther , privileg'd to foar ...
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... rage ? Here , Madam ! let me vifit one , My fault who , partly , shares , And tell myself , by telling him , What more becomes our years ; And if your breaft with prudent zeal For Refignation glows , You will not disapprove a just ...
... rage ? Here , Madam ! let me vifit one , My fault who , partly , shares , And tell myself , by telling him , What more becomes our years ; And if your breaft with prudent zeal For Refignation glows , You will not disapprove a just ...
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... rage , winds ! I know , that Thou Canft fave me by a storm . From Thee immortal fpirits born , To Thee , their fountain , flow . If wife ; as curl'd around to theirs Meandering ftreams below : Not lefs compell'd by Reafon's call , To ...
... rage , winds ! I know , that Thou Canft fave me by a storm . From Thee immortal fpirits born , To Thee , their fountain , flow . If wife ; as curl'd around to theirs Meandering ftreams below : Not lefs compell'd by Reafon's call , To ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æther art thou beams beneath blefs bleft blifs boaft boaſt boundleſs breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh cauſe Codrus Dæmons darkneſs death defcend diftant divine dread earth eternal facred fafe fame fate fatire feas feen fenfe fhall fhine fing firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile fome fong fons forrow foul ftand ftars ftill ftreams ftrikes fuch fwell genius glorious glory gods heart heaven human immortal juft lefs leſs Lorenzo luftre man's mankind mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft muſt nature's ne'er night numbers o'er paffion pain paſt peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent pride profe proud raiſe reafon refign'd Refignation rife riſe ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhine ſhould ſkies ſkill ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſtars ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thunder Trade virtue Voltaire whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh
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Página 50 - Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly ? Has matter innate motion ! Then each atom, Asserting its indisputable right To dance, would form an universe of dust.
Página 5 - Nor man alone ; his breathing bust expires, His tomb is mortal; empires die. Where, now, The Roman ? Greek? They stalk, an empty name ! Yet few regard them in this useful light; Though half our learning is their epitaph.
Página 12 - Deep driving every bolt, on both their fates : Then, from the crystal battlements of heaven, Down, down she hurls it through the dark profound, Ten thousand thousand...
Página 29 - Of human thought? The more of wonderful Is heard in Him, the more we should assent. Could we conceive him, God he could not be ; Or he not God, or we could not be men. A God alone can comprehend a God : Man's distance how immense ! On such a theme, Know this, Lorenzo!
Página 45 - O ye Dividers of my Time ! Ye bright Accomptants of my days, and months, and years, In your fair Kalendar, distinctly mark'd ! Since that authentic, radiant register, Though man inspects it not, stands good against him ; Since You, and years, roll on, tho...
Página 51 - Has matter more than motion ? Has it thought, Judgment, and genius ? Is it deeply learn'd In mathematics ? Has it framed such laws, Which but to guess, a Newton made immortal ? — If so, how each sage atom laughs at me, Who think a clod inferior to a man...
Página 213 - They more debase the stamp, than raise the coin. Be thine the care, true merit to reward, And gain the good — nor will that task be hard ; Souls form'd alike so quick by nature blend. An honest man is more than half thy friend.
Página 91 - The pang you feel, he felt ; Thus nature, loud as virtue, bids His heart at yours to melt. But what can heart, or head, suggest ? What sad experience say ? Through truths austere, to peace we work Our rugged, gloomy way : What are we?
Página 8 - Her strong convulsions, and her final groan ? Where are we now ? Ah me ! the ground is gone On which we stood ! Lorenzo ! while thou mayst, Provide more firm support, or sink for ever ! Where ? how ? from whence...
Página 202 - Wits are a despicable race of men, If they confine their talents to the pen ; When the man shocks us, while the writer shines, Our scorn in life, our envy in his lines. Yet, proud of parts, with prudence some dispense, And play the fool, because they're men of sense.