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... look out for fome original treatife of humility , written by any Pro- teftant in English ; I believe I may fay in any other tongue for the magnified piece of Duncomb on that fubject , which either he muft mean , or none , and with which ...
... look out for fome original treatife of humility , written by any Pro- teftant in English ; I believe I may fay in any other tongue for the magnified piece of Duncomb on that fubject , which either he muft mean , or none , and with which ...
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... look'd , his knees he bent , And paid at church a courtier's compliment . The bristled baptift boar , impure as he , But whiten'd with the foam of fanctity , With fat pollutions fill'd the facred place , And mountains level'd in his ...
... look'd , his knees he bent , And paid at church a courtier's compliment . The bristled baptift boar , impure as he , But whiten'd with the foam of fanctity , With fat pollutions fill'd the facred place , And mountains level'd in his ...
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... look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanifh'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort . So hardly can ufurpers manage well Those whom they first inftructed to ...
... look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanifh'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort . So hardly can ufurpers manage well Those whom they first inftructed to ...
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... look the reformation round , No treatife of humility is found . But if none were , the goipel does not want ; Our Saviour preach'd it , and I hope you grant , The fermon on the mount was proteftant . } } No Thus , while with heavenly ...
... look the reformation round , No treatife of humility is found . But if none were , the goipel does not want ; Our Saviour preach'd it , and I hope you grant , The fermon on the mount was proteftant . } } No Thus , while with heavenly ...
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... look'd all - flaming red ; She thought good - manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night . ' Tis true , coarse diet , and a fhort repaft , ( She faid ) were weak inducements to the taste Of one fo nicely ...
... look'd all - flaming red ; She thought good - manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night . ' Tis true , coarse diet , and a fhort repaft , ( She faid ) were weak inducements to the taste Of one fo nicely ...
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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.