The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 27Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... such a degree of malevolence , as to paint the most merciful conqueror that ever was , in colours proper only for the most savage natures . But the effects of prejudice and partiality are unac- countable ; and there is not a day of life ...
... such a degree of malevolence , as to paint the most merciful conqueror that ever was , in colours proper only for the most savage natures . But the effects of prejudice and partiality are unac- countable ; and there is not a day of life ...
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... to confult the oracle of Jupiter Hammon about the event of the civil war , and the fortune of Rome , is a mailer - piece not to be equalled . D AN All the attributes of God , such as his omnipotence ROWE'S 33 LUCAN .
... to confult the oracle of Jupiter Hammon about the event of the civil war , and the fortune of Rome , is a mailer - piece not to be equalled . D AN All the attributes of God , such as his omnipotence ROWE'S 33 LUCAN .
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. All the attributes of God , such as his omnipotence , his prefcience , his juftice , his goodness , and his un- fearchable decrees , are painted in the most awful and the strongest ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Samuel Johnson. All the attributes of God , such as his omnipotence , his prefcience , his juftice , his goodness , and his un- fearchable decrees , are painted in the most awful and the strongest ...
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... Such horrid licenfe to the murdering sword ? Say , Romans , whence fo dire a fury rofe , To glut with Latian blood your barbarous foes ? Could you in wars like these provoke your fate ? Wars , where no triumphs on the victor wait ...
... Such horrid licenfe to the murdering sword ? Say , Romans , whence fo dire a fury rofe , To glut with Latian blood your barbarous foes ? Could you in wars like these provoke your fate ? Wars , where no triumphs on the victor wait ...
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... Such univerfal desolation yield : Her impious fons have her worst foes surpass'd , And Roman hands have laid Hefperia waste . 65 70 But if our fates feverely have decreed No way but this for Nero to fucceed ; If only thus our heroes can ...
... Such univerfal desolation yield : Her impious fons have her worst foes surpass'd , And Roman hands have laid Hefperia waste . 65 70 But if our fates feverely have decreed No way but this for Nero to fucceed ; If only thus our heroes can ...
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Page 66 - If dying mortals' doom they sing aright, No ghosts descend to dwell in dreadful night: No parting souls to grisly Pluto go, Nor seek the dreary, silent, shades below; But forth they fly, immortal in their kind, And other bodies in new worlds they find. Thus life for ever runs its endless race, And, like a line, death but divides the space — A stop, which can but for a moment last, A point between the future and the past.
Page 123 - Then, eager, caught an axe, and aimed a blow. Deep sunk, within a violated oak, The wounding edge, and thus the warrior spoke : — " Now, let no doubting hand the task decline ; Cut you the wood, and let the guilt be mine.
Page 6 - Homer, of a fwarm of bees hovering about them in their cradle, is likewife told of Lucan, and probably with equal truth: but whether true or not, it is a proof of the high efteem paid to him by the ancients, as a poet. He was hardly eight months old when he was brought from his native country to Rome...
Page 123 - To rise from earth, and spring with dusky green; With sparkling flames the trees unburning shine, And round their boles prodigious serpents twine. The pious worshippers approach not near, But shun their gods, and kneel with distant fear: The priest himself, when or the day or night Rolling have reach'd their full meridian height, Refrains the gloomy paths with wary feet, Dreading the demon of the grove to meet; Who, terrible to sight, at that fix'd hour Still treads the round about his dreary bower.
Page 53 - Since faith is broke, and leagues are fet afide, -\ Henceforth thou, goddefs Fortune, art my guide; > Let fate and war the great event decide.
Page 49 - twas a valour, restless, unconfined, Which no success could sate, nor limits bind ; 'Twas shame, a soldier's shame, untaught to yield, That blushed for nothing but an ill-fought field; Fierce in his hopes he was, nor knew to stay, Where vengeance or ambition led the way ; Still prodigal of war whene'er withstood, Nor...
Page 12 - Msenas, when with ivy bridles bound, She led the spotted lynx, then Evion rung around ; Evion from woods and floods repairing echos sound.
Page 48 - Still seemed he to possess and fill his place; But stood the shadow of what once he was ; So in the field with Ceres...
Page 124 - Massilians, from th' encompass'd wall, Rejoiced to see the sylvan honours fall : They hope such power can never prosper long, Nor think the patient gods will bear the wrong. The...
Page 67 - Thus Fear does half the work of lying Fame, And cowards thus their own misfortunes frame; By their own feigning fancies are betray'd, And groan beneath those ills themselves have Nor these alarms the crowd alone infest, [made.