The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 21Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... ISMENA . What ! ftill attending on the queen , Ifmena ? O charming virgin ! O exalted virtue ! Can ftill your ... ISMENA . ISMENA . Let them be cruel that delight in mischief PHEDRA AND HIPPOLITUS . 97.
... ISMENA . What ! ftill attending on the queen , Ifmena ? O charming virgin ! O exalted virtue ! Can ftill your ... ISMENA . ISMENA . Let them be cruel that delight in mischief PHEDRA AND HIPPOLITUS . 97.
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... ISMENA . But now her grief has wrought her into frenzy ; The images her troubled fancy forms Are incoherent , wild ; her words disjointed : Sometimes the raves for mufick , light and air , Nor air , nor light , nor musick , calm her ...
... ISMENA . But now her grief has wrought her into frenzy ; The images her troubled fancy forms Are incoherent , wild ; her words disjointed : Sometimes the raves for mufick , light and air , Nor air , nor light , nor musick , calm her ...
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... ISMENA . This you requir'd , and to the pleasing task Call'd your officious maids , and urg'd their art ; You bid them lead you from yon hideous darkness To the glad chearing day , yet now avoid it , And hate the light you fought . Ha ...
... ISMENA . This you requir'd , and to the pleasing task Call'd your officious maids , and urg'd their art ; You bid them lead you from yon hideous darkness To the glad chearing day , yet now avoid it , And hate the light you fought . Ha ...
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... ISMENA . I'm loft , but what ' s that lofs ! Hippolitus is loft , or loft to me : Yet fhould her charms prevail upon his foul , Should he be falfe , I would not wish him ill , With my last parting breath I ' d bless my lord ; Then in ...
... ISMENA . I'm loft , but what ' s that lofs ! Hippolitus is loft , or loft to me : Yet fhould her charms prevail upon his foul , Should he be falfe , I would not wish him ill , With my last parting breath I ' d bless my lord ; Then in ...
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... ISMENA . Enter MESSENGER . MESSENGER . Adam , the Prince Hippolitus attends . ΜΑ PHÆDRA . Admit him : Where , where Phædra ' s now thy foul ? What Shall I fpeak ? And fhall my guilty tongue Let this infulting victor know his power ? Or ...
... ISMENA . Enter MESSENGER . MESSENGER . Adam , the Prince Hippolitus attends . ΜΑ PHÆDRA . Admit him : Where , where Phædra ' s now thy foul ? What Shall I fpeak ? And fhall my guilty tongue Let this infulting victor know his power ? Or ...
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Page 7 - (what will not time fubdue !}) An horrid chafm difclos'd with orifice Wide, difcontinuous ; at which the winds Eurus and Aufter, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, . Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blafts, Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught
Page 4 - Full famous in romantic tale) when he O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff, Upon a cargo of fam'd Ceftrian cheefe, High over-fhadowing rides, with a defigrt To vend his wares, or at th
Page 220 - with as much ftudious care, As I would dens where hungry lions are ; And rather put up injuries, than be A plague to him, who 'd be a plague to me. I value quiet at a price too great, To give for my revenge
Page 7 - But if a flumber haply does invade My weary limbs, my fancy 's ftill awake, Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream, Tipples imaginary pots of ale, In vain ; awake I find the fettled
Page 217 - have a little vault, but always ftor'd With the beft wines each vintage could afford. Wine whets the wit, improves its native force. And gives a pleafant flavour to difcourfe ; By making all our fpirits debonair, Throws off the lees, the fediment of care. But as the greateft
Page 6 - prey, Regardlefs of their fate, rufh on the toils Inextricable, nor will aught avail Their arts, or arms, or fhapes of lovely hue; The wafp infidious, and the buzzing drone, And butterfly proud of expanded wings
Page 50 - worth ! that earlieft gives Sure hopes of racy wine, and in its youth, Its tender nonage, loads the fpreading boughs With large and juicy offspring, that defies The vernal nippings, and cold fyderal blafts ! Yet let her to the Red-ftreak yield, that once Was of the Sylvan kind, unciviliz'd, Of no regard, till
Page 75 - notes, And quaver unharmonious ; fturdy fwains In clean array for ruftic dance prepare, Mixt with the buxom damfels; hand in hand They friflc, and bound, and various mazes weave, Shaking their brawny limbs, with uncouth mien, Tranfported, and fometimes an oblique leer Dart on their loves, fometimes an
Page 76 - Nor need we tell what anxious cares attend The turbulent mirth of wine ; nor all the kinds Of maladies, that lead to Death's grim cave, Wrought by intemperance, joint-racking gout, Inteftine ftone, and pining atrophy, Chill even when the fun with July heats Fries the fcorch'd foil, and dropfy
Page 319 - But whither then we go, Whither, we fain would know ; But human underftanding cannot mew. This makes us tremble, and creates Strange apprehenfions in the mind ; Fills it with reftlefs doubts, and wild debates^ Concerning what we, living, cannot find. None know what death is, but the dead