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... And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate was fruitful , and the fanguine feed , Endued with fouls , increas'd the facred breed . So captive Ifrael multiply'd in chains , A numerous exile 5 So 8 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate was fruitful , and the fanguine feed , Endued with fouls , increas'd the facred breed . So captive Ifrael multiply'd in chains , A numerous exile 5 So 8 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
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... foul , from endless anguish freed : Nor fciences thy guide , nor sense thy creed . Faith is the beft enfurer of thy blifs ; The bank above muft fail before the venture mifs . But heaven and heaven - born faith are far from thee , Thou ...
... foul , from endless anguish freed : Nor fciences thy guide , nor sense thy creed . Faith is the beft enfurer of thy blifs ; The bank above muft fail before the venture mifs . But heaven and heaven - born faith are far from thee , Thou ...
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... fouls as fhards produce , fuch beetle things As only buz to heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark , offending but by chance , Such are the blindfold blows of ignorance . They know not beings , and but hate a name ; To them the ...
... fouls as fhards produce , fuch beetle things As only buz to heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark , offending but by chance , Such are the blindfold blows of ignorance . They know not beings , and but hate a name ; To them the ...
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... fouls are starv'd , and fenfes gratify'd ! Where marriage pleafures midnight prayer fupply , And mattin bells , a melancholy cry , Are tun'd to merrier notes , Increase and multiply . 5 Religion Religion fhews a rofy - colour'd face ...
... fouls are starv'd , and fenfes gratify'd ! Where marriage pleafures midnight prayer fupply , And mattin bells , a melancholy cry , Are tun'd to merrier notes , Increase and multiply . 5 Religion Religion fhews a rofy - colour'd face ...
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... fouls we fee Grow hard , and stiffen with adversity : Yet these by fortune's favours are undone ; Refolv'd into a bafer form they run , And bore the wind , but cannot bear the fun . Let this be nature's frailty , or her fate , Or ...
... fouls we fee Grow hard , and stiffen with adversity : Yet these by fortune's favours are undone ; Refolv'd into a bafer form they run , And bore the wind , but cannot bear the fun . Let this be nature's frailty , or her fate , Or ...
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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.