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... stage , Make Dorimant betray , and Loveit rage ; Let Cully , Cockwood , Fopling , charm the pit , And in their folly fhew the writer's wit . Yet ftill thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And juftify their author's want of fenfe . Let ...
... stage , Make Dorimant betray , and Loveit rage ; Let Cully , Cockwood , Fopling , charm the pit , And in their folly fhew the writer's wit . Yet ftill thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And juftify their author's want of fenfe . Let ...
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... stage was rude ; And boisterous English wit with art indued . Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength . Our builders were with want of genius curst ; The fecond temple was not like the ...
... stage was rude ; And boisterous English wit with art indued . Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength . Our builders were with want of genius curst ; The fecond temple was not like the ...
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... stage : Unprofitably kept at heaven's expence , I live a rent - charge on his providence : whom every But you , Whom I foresee to better fortune born , Be kind to my remains ; and O defend , Against your judgment , your departed friend ...
... stage : Unprofitably kept at heaven's expence , I live a rent - charge on his providence : whom every But you , Whom I foresee to better fortune born , Be kind to my remains ; and O defend , Against your judgment , your departed friend ...
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... stage ; Which fo declines , that fhortly we may fee Players and plays reduc'd to second infancy . Sharp to the world , but thoughtless of renown , They plot not on the stage , but on the town , And , in despair their empty pit to fill ...
... stage ; Which fo declines , that fhortly we may fee Players and plays reduc'd to second infancy . Sharp to the world , but thoughtless of renown , They plot not on the stage , but on the town , And , in despair their empty pit to fill ...
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... stage . That facred art , by heaven itself infus'd , Which Mofes , David , Solomon , have us'd , Is now to be no more : the Mufes ' foes Would fink their Maker's praifes into profe . Were they content to prune the lavish vine Of ...
... stage . That facred art , by heaven itself infus'd , Which Mofes , David , Solomon , have us'd , Is now to be no more : the Mufes ' foes Would fink their Maker's praifes into profe . Were they content to prune the lavish vine Of ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volume 14, Page 2 Samuel Johnson No preview available - 1779 |
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Page 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Page 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Page 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Page 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Page 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Page 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.