The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 27Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... rage . FRIEND . What poems think you soft ? and to be read With languishing regards , and bending head ? PER . " Their crooked horns the Mimallonian crew With blasts infpir'd : and Baffaris , who flew The fcornful calf , with fword ...
... rage . FRIEND . What poems think you soft ? and to be read With languishing regards , and bending head ? PER . " Their crooked horns the Mimallonian crew With blasts infpir'd : and Baffaris , who flew The fcornful calf , with fword ...
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... with slaughter cover'd o'er , And rage unknown to civil wars before , Establish'd violence , and lawless might , Avow'd and hallow'd by the name of right ; A race A race renown'd , the world's victorious lords , Turn'd [ 41 ] LUCAN'S ...
... with slaughter cover'd o'er , And rage unknown to civil wars before , Establish'd violence , and lawless might , Avow'd and hallow'd by the name of right ; A race A race renown'd , the world's victorious lords , Turn'd [ 41 ] LUCAN'S ...
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... rage of Actium's fatal day ; Though fervile hands are arm'd to man the fleet , And on Sicilian feas the navies meet ; All crimes , all horrors , we with joy regard , Since thon , O Cæfar , art the great reward . Vaft are the thanks thy ...
... rage of Actium's fatal day ; Though fervile hands are arm'd to man the fleet , And on Sicilian feas the navies meet ; All crimes , all horrors , we with joy regard , Since thon , O Cæfar , art the great reward . Vaft are the thanks thy ...
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... rage fo dire the madding nations rent , And peace was driven away by one confent . But thus the malice of our fate commands , And nothing great to long duration stands ; Afpiring Rome had risen too much in height , And funk beneath her ...
... rage fo dire the madding nations rent , And peace was driven away by one confent . But thus the malice of our fate commands , And nothing great to long duration stands ; Afpiring Rome had risen too much in height , And funk beneath her ...
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... rage . Ye fierce Arfacide ! ye foes of Rome , Now triumph , you have more than overcome : The vanquish'd felt your victory from far , And from that field receiv'd their civil war . The fword is now the umpire to decide , And part what ...
... rage . Ye fierce Arfacide ! ye foes of Rome , Now triumph , you have more than overcome : The vanquish'd felt your victory from far , And from that field receiv'd their civil war . The fword is now the umpire to decide , And part what ...
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Æneid againſt amidſt arms Behold beneath blood bold Boötes brave breaſt Cæfar Cato's caufe cauſe Celtiberians chief Colchians command croud death diftant dreadful earth enfigns Euphrates Ev'n facred fafe faid fame fatal fate fear feas feek feems feen fhade fhall fhore fhould fide field fierce fight fink firft firſt fix'd flain flames flaughter fled flood foldier fome foon forfook fortune fought foul ftand ftill ftream ftrong fuch fupplies fwelling fword Gaul gods hafte hand himſelf hoftile horrid impious laſt Latian lefs length loft looſe Lucan moſt muſt Nero o'er paffage paſt peace Pharfalia Phocis plac'd plain Pompey Pompey's rage reft rifing riſe rofe Roman Rome Scythians ſhall ſhore ſkies ſky ſpoke ſpread ſprings ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood Sulpitius Verulanus ſwift taſk thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand trembling vaft vanquish'd victor Virgil Whofe winds wrath yield
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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...
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