The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 12

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H. Hughs, 1779
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Page 331 - Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And, that he could die Whenever he would...
Page 300 - I am satisfied that Catullus, Tibullus, Propertius, and Ovidt were in love with their Mistresses, while they upbraid them, quarrel with them, threaten them, and forswear them; but I confess I cannot believe Petrarch in Love with his, when he writes conceits upon her Name, her Gloves, and the place of her Birth.
Page 217 - Richer than Tagus, or Egyptian Nile: Though no rich sand in him, no pearls are found, Yet fields rejoice, his meadows laugh around...
Page 331 - THE DESPAIRING LOVER. Distracted with care For Phyllis the fair, Since nothing could move her, Poor Damon, her lover, Resolves in despair No longer to languish, Nor bear so much anguish, But, mad with his love, To a precipice goes, Where a leap from above Would finish his woes.
Page 278 - While the peers cuff, to make the rabble sport: Or hirelings, at a prize, their fortunes try ; Certain to fall unpity'd if they die ; Since none can have the favourable thought That to obey a tyrant's will they fought, But that their lives they willingly expose, Bought by the pretors to adorn their shows.
Page 231 - poem on the battle of the Boyne The King leads on, the King does all inflame, The King; and carries millions in the name.
Page 326 - Twou'd burn our corn and grafs away, To ftarve the world befide. Let not the thoughts of parting, fright Two fouls which...
Page 308 - Enjoys the fruit of his long toils at last ; The soldier high in his king's favour stands, And, after having long obey'd, commands ; The lawyer, to reward his tedious care, Roars on the bench, that babbled at the bar : While I take pains to meet a fate more hard, And reap no fruit, no favour, no reward.
Page 216 - He lov'd to fpeak, But could with Thunder harden'd Rebels break. Yet though they wak'd the Laws, His tender Mind Was undifturb'd, in Wrath feverely kind. Tempting His Power, 'and urging to aflume j ,".' Thus Jove in Love did Semele confume.
Page 310 - Throne, Reftrain'd by nothing but their Will alone) Here can cry up, and there as boldly blame, And, as they pleafe, give Infamy or Fame. In vain the * Tyrian Queen...

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