The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volumen8Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1819 |
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... kind , as if a tenth muse had been newly born to cherish drooping poetry . The doctor at that time brought him into that company which was most celebrated for good conversation ; where he was received and esteemed with great applause ...
... kind , as if a tenth muse had been newly born to cherish drooping poetry . The doctor at that time brought him into that company which was most celebrated for good conversation ; where he was received and esteemed with great applause ...
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... kind with the rest . The Sacred Poems , however , deserve particular regard ; they were the work of Waller's declining life , of those hours in which he looked upon the fame and the folly of the time past with the sentiments which his ...
... kind with the rest . The Sacred Poems , however , deserve particular regard ; they were the work of Waller's declining life , of those hours in which he looked upon the fame and the folly of the time past with the sentiments which his ...
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... kind of poetry ; and have led his later judgment to blank verse . But he continued an obstinate lover of rhyme to the very last : it was a mistress that never appeared unhandsome in his eyes , and was courted by him long after ...
... kind of poetry ; and have led his later judgment to blank verse . But he continued an obstinate lover of rhyme to the very last : it was a mistress that never appeared unhandsome in his eyes , and was courted by him long after ...
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... kind Come not from any mortal place . In heaven itself thou sure wert drest With that angel - like disguise : Thus deluded am I blest , And see my joy with closed eyes . But ah ! this image is too kind To be other than a dream : Cruel ...
... kind Come not from any mortal place . In heaven itself thou sure wert drest With that angel - like disguise : Thus deluded am I blest , And see my joy with closed eyes . But ah ! this image is too kind To be other than a dream : Cruel ...
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... kind Spring , which but salutes us here , Inhabits there , and courts them all the year : Ripe fruits and blossoms on the same trees live At once they promise , what at once they give . So sweet the air , so moderate the clime , None ...
... kind Spring , which but salutes us here , Inhabits there , and courts them all the year : Ripe fruits and blossoms on the same trees live At once they promise , what at once they give . So sweet the air , so moderate the clime , None ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Æneid ancient appear arms bear bear-baiting beauty blest blood bold brave breast Charles Dryden charms church death delight design'd divine Dryden e'er EARL OF ROSCOMMON ev'n eyes fair false fame fate fear fight flame foes fools give glory grace hand happy haste heart Heaven honour hope Hudibras Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN kind king labour lady laws light live lord Lucretius mighty mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never night NIHIL noble nobler numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pains passion peace PINDARIC poem poet poetry poison'd praise pride prince Quoth rage resolv'd rest rhyme Rome sacred saints satire scorn sense song soul sword tempest terrour thee things thou thought Tibullus true turn'd twas twill us'd verse vex'd Virgil virtue Waller wind wise wretched write youth
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Página 600 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Página 600 - 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!
Página 472 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Página 518 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman ! who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both (to show his judgment) in extremes; So over violent, or over civil, That every man, with him, was God or devil.
Página 53 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Página 587 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike.
Página 577 - Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase, Worn out with business, did at length debate To settle the succession of the state; And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit To reign and wage immortal war with wit, Cried : " 'Tis resolved, for Nature pleads that he Should only rule who most resembles me.
Página 554 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires ; My manhood long misled by wand'ring fires, Follow'd false lights ; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could shock my faith than Three in One ? " In drawing Dryden's character, Johnson has given, though I suppose unintentionally, some touches of his own.
Página 51 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Página 601 - The many rend the skies with loud applause: So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again; At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.