What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
amongst ancient appear bear beauty begin better betwixt born called cause crimes death ears excellent eyes face fear fire fortune gain give given gods Greek ground hand happy hast head hear heaven honour Horace Italy judge Juvenal kind king learned least leave living look lord manner master mean mind Muse nature never night noble Note numbers observed once Pastoral Persius persons play pleasure poem poet poetry poor praise present raise reason receive rest rich rise Roman Rome satire says seems sense sing slave sort soul tell thee thing thou thought translated true turn verse vices Virgil virtue whole wife wise wish write young
Page 178 - LOOK round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. How void of reason are our hopes and fears ! What in the conduct of our life appears So well...
Page 308 - Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more, And tell thy soul she should have fled before. Or fled she with his life, and left this verse To hang on her departed patron's hearse?
Page 26 - And he said unto me, O Daniel, a man greatly beloved, understand the words that I speak unto thee, and stand upright: for unto thee am I now sent. And when he had spoken this word unto me, I stood trembling.
Page 27 - Then said he, Knowest thou wherefore I come unto thee? and now will I return to fight with the prince of Persia: and when I am gone forth, lo, the prince of Grecia shall come. 21 But I will shew thee that which is noted in the scripture of truth: and there is none that holdeth with me in these things, but Michael your prince.
Page 26 - His body also was like the beryl, and his face as the appearance of lightning, and his eyes as lamps of fire, and his arms and his feet like in colour to polished brass, and the voice of his words like the voice of a multitude.
Page 399 - He sung the secret seeds of Nature's frame; How seas, and earth, and air, and active flame, Fell through the mighty void, and, in their fall, Were blindly gather'd in this goodly ball.
Page 17 - The English have only to boast of Spenser and Milton, who neither of them wanted either genius or learning to have been perfect poets; and yet both of them are liable to many censures.
Page 408 - The pines of Maenalus, the vocal grove, Are ever full of verse, and full of love ; They hear the hinds, they hear their god complain, Who suffered not the reeds to rise in vain.