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... wife ere half way gone , For ' twas uneafy traveling alone ; And , in this masquerade of mirth and love , Miftook the blifs of heaven for Bacchanals above . Sure he prefum'd of praife , who came to stock Th ' etherial pastures with so ...
... wife ere half way gone , For ' twas uneafy traveling alone ; And , in this masquerade of mirth and love , Miftook the blifs of heaven for Bacchanals above . Sure he prefum'd of praife , who came to stock Th ' etherial pastures with so ...
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... wife : A rare example ! but fome 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 ...
... wife : A rare example ! but fome 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 ...
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... wife as your adulterer : The private spirit is a better blind , Than all the dodging tricks your authors find . For they , who left the scripture to the crowd , Each for his own peculiar judge allow'd ; The way to please them was to ...
... wife as your adulterer : The private spirit is a better blind , Than all the dodging tricks your authors find . For they , who left the scripture to the crowd , Each for his own peculiar judge allow'd ; The way to please them was to ...
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... wife Redeemer chose , ( Who fure could all things for the best dispose , To fence his fold from their encroaching foes . He could have writ himself , but well forefaw Th ' event would be like that of Mofes ' law ; Some difference would ...
... wife Redeemer chose , ( Who fure could all things for the best dispose , To fence his fold from their encroaching foes . He could have writ himself , but well forefaw Th ' event would be like that of Mofes ' law ; Some difference would ...
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... wife men walk'd as on inchanted ground . But now , when time has made th ' imposture plain , ( Late though he follow'd truth , and limping held her train ) What new delufion charms your cheated eyes again ? The painted harlot might a ...
... wife men walk'd as on inchanted ground . But now , when time has made th ' imposture plain , ( Late though he follow'd truth , and limping held her train ) What new delufion charms your cheated eyes again ? The painted harlot might a ...
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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.