Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 pages |
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... leave you to the Satisfaction and Testimony of your own Conscience , which though it be a filent Pane- gyrick , is yet the best . You are fo cafie of Accefs , that Poplicola was not more , whofe Doors were open'd on the Outside to fave ...
... leave you to the Satisfaction and Testimony of your own Conscience , which though it be a filent Pane- gyrick , is yet the best . You are fo cafie of Accefs , that Poplicola was not more , whofe Doors were open'd on the Outside to fave ...
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... leave them wholly to the Mer- cy of the Reader ; I will hope the beft , that they will not be condemn'd ; but if they should , I have the Excuse of an old Gentleman , who mounting on Horfeback before fome Ladies , when i was prefent ...
... leave them wholly to the Mer- cy of the Reader ; I will hope the beft , that they will not be condemn'd ; but if they should , I have the Excuse of an old Gentleman , who mounting on Horfeback before fome Ladies , when i was prefent ...
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... Ovid full of them , and Chaucer altogether with- out them , will think me little less than mad , for prefer- ring the Englishman to the Roman : Yet , with their leave , 1 I must presume to fay , that the Things PREFACE .
... Ovid full of them , and Chaucer altogether with- out them , will think me little less than mad , for prefer- ring the Englishman to the Roman : Yet , with their leave , 1 I must presume to fay , that the Things PREFACE .
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... leave to do my felf the Juftice , ( fince my Enemies will do me none , and are fo far from grant- ing me to be a good Poet , that they will not allow me fo much as to be a Chriftian , or a Moral Man ) may I have leave , I fay , to ...
... leave to do my felf the Juftice , ( fince my Enemies will do me none , and are fo far from grant- ing me to be a good Poet , that they will not allow me fo much as to be a Chriftian , or a Moral Man ) may I have leave , I fay , to ...
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... leave the De- cifion to the Publick : Mr. Cowley was too modeft to fet up for a Dictator ; and being shock'd perhaps with his old Style , never examin'd into the depth of his good Senfe . Chaucer , I confefs , is a rough Diamond , and ...
... leave the De- cifion to the Publick : Mr. Cowley was too modeft to fet up for a Dictator ; and being shock'd perhaps with his old Style , never examin'd into the depth of his good Senfe . Chaucer , I confefs , is a rough Diamond , and ...
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againſt Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt Blood Breaſt caft call'd Cauſe Ceyx Chaucer CHIG Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death defcended Defire Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair fame Fate Fear Feaſt fecret feem'd felf fent fhall fhou'd Fight fince firft firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fought ftill fuch Goddeſs Grace Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Houſe join'd Jove King Knight laft laſt leaſt lefs liv'd loft look'd lov'd Love Maid Mind moſt muſt Myrrha o'er Ovid Palamon plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent Prieſt Prince Publick purfu'd purſue Queen rais'd Reaſon refolv'd reft reſt rifing ſaid ſcarce ſeen ſelf Senfe ſhall ſhe Sire Soul ſpoke ſpread ſtill ſtood Tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd Twas whofe whoſe Wife Wiſhes wou'd
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Page 374 - 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 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Page 371 - 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 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Page 373 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Page 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Page 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...