The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 27Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... Behold her fields unknowing of the plow ! Behold her palaces and towers laid low ! See where o'erthrown the massy column lies , While weeds obfcene above the cornice rife . Here gaping wide , half - ruin'd walls remain , There ...
... Behold her fields unknowing of the plow ! Behold her palaces and towers laid low ! See where o'erthrown the massy column lies , While weeds obfcene above the cornice rife . Here gaping wide , half - ruin'd walls remain , There ...
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... behold , an exil'd band we come ; For thee , with joy our banishment we take , 490 } 496 500 505 For thee our houfhold hearths and gods forfake ; Nor hope to fee our native city more , Till victory and thou the loss restore . Th ...
... behold , an exil'd band we come ; For thee , with joy our banishment we take , 490 } 496 500 505 For thee our houfhold hearths and gods forfake ; Nor hope to fee our native city more , Till victory and thou the loss restore . Th ...
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... fands explore , And tread the Syrt's inhofpitable fshore . Behold ! this hand , to nobler labours train'd , For thee the fervile oar has not difdain'd , 665 For For thee the fwelling feas were taught to plow , LUCAN'S PHARSALIA , Book I.
... fands explore , And tread the Syrt's inhofpitable fshore . Behold ! this hand , to nobler labours train'd , For thee the fervile oar has not difdain'd , 665 For For thee the fwelling feas were taught to plow , LUCAN'S PHARSALIA , Book I.
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... behold What certain ills the faithful gods foretold ; Juftice fufpends her courte in mournful Rome , And all the noify courts at once are dumb ; No honours thine in the distinguish'd weed , Nor rods the purple magiftrate precede : A ...
... behold What certain ills the faithful gods foretold ; Juftice fufpends her courte in mournful Rome , And all the noify courts at once are dumb ; No honours thine in the distinguish'd weed , Nor rods the purple magiftrate precede : A ...
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... behold , Whofe moving tongue the mischief oft foretold ? Spite of his age and eloquence he bled ; The barbarous foldier fnatch'd his hoary head ; Dropping he bore it to his joyful lord , And while he feafted plac'd it on the board . The ...
... behold , Whofe moving tongue the mischief oft foretold ? Spite of his age and eloquence he bled ; The barbarous foldier fnatch'd his hoary head ; Dropping he bore it to his joyful lord , And while he feafted plac'd it on the board . The ...
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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.