The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces Biographical and CriticalJ. Nichols, 1779 |
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... field is o'er , The trumpets fl ep , and cannons cease to roar , When every difinal echo is decay`d , And all the thunder of the battle laid ; Attend , aufpicious prince ; and let the Muse In humble accents milder thoughts infufe ...
... field is o'er , The trumpets fl ep , and cannons cease to roar , When every difinal echo is decay`d , And all the thunder of the battle laid ; Attend , aufpicious prince ; and let the Muse In humble accents milder thoughts infufe ...
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... fields and rolling floods , Or flaughtering mortals , or a match for gods . And here , perhaps , by fate's unerring ... field too near advanc'd , The guiltless bullet on thy shoulder glanc'd . The race of Nassau was by Heaven design'd ...
... fields and rolling floods , Or flaughtering mortals , or a match for gods . And here , perhaps , by fate's unerring ... field too near advanc'd , The guiltless bullet on thy shoulder glanc'd . The race of Nassau was by Heaven design'd ...
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... field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters kill'd , Recking in blood , and fmear'd with duft and sweat , Whilst angry gods confpire to make him great . Thy navy rides on feas before unpreft , And strikes a terror through the haughty ...
... field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters kill'd , Recking in blood , and fmear'd with duft and sweat , Whilst angry gods confpire to make him great . Thy navy rides on feas before unpreft , And strikes a terror through the haughty ...
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... fields laid wafte ; Think on the heaps of corps and ftreams of blood , On every guilty plain and purple flood , Thy arms have made ; and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrufted to thy care . Or , if no milder thought can ...
... fields laid wafte ; Think on the heaps of corps and ftreams of blood , On every guilty plain and purple flood , Thy arms have made ; and cease an impious war , Nor waste the lives intrufted to thy care . Or , if no milder thought can ...
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... field o'erspread , And fountains foke the violet's dewy bed . Though barks or plaited willows make your hive , A narrow inlet to their cells contrive ; For colds congele and freeze the liquors up , And , melted down with heat , the ...
... field o'erspread , And fountains foke the violet's dewy bed . Though barks or plaited willows make your hive , A narrow inlet to their cells contrive ; For colds congele and freeze the liquors up , And , melted down with heat , the ...
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Página 326 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Página 221 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 325 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Página 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Página 333 - Lucius, art thou here ? — thou art too good ! — Let this our friendship live between our children; Make Portius .happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas! poor man, he weeps! — Marcia, my daughter — — O bend me forward ! — Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Página 270 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Página 200 - This is wonderfully diverting to the understanding: thus to receive a precept that enters, as it were, through a by-way, and to apprehend an idea that draws a whole train after it.
Página 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Página 247 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...
Página 151 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.