The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 第 26～28 巻Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Ægypt Æneid againſt arms behold beneath blood bold breaſt Cæfar caufe cauſe chief command courſe croud death diftant doft dreadful earth ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fame fatal fate fcorn fear feas fecret feek feems fhade fhall fhore fhould fide field fierce fight fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain flames flaughter flave flood foldier fome foon fortune foul fpring ftand ftill ftreams fuch fupplies fwelling fword Gaul gods hand head heart heaven himſelf hoftile Jove juſt king laft land laſt Latian lefs loft Lucan mafter mighty mourn numbers o'er Parthian paſt peace Pharfalia PHARSALIA plain pleaſure Pompey Pompey's praiſe proud Ptolemy purſue rage raiſe reft reign rife riſe Roman Rome Scythian ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood taſk thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand vanquish'd victor waſte whofe winds yield
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182 ページ - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
184 ページ - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
181 ページ - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
180 ページ - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
48 ページ - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!
47 ページ - To forsake the fine folk of the town ! To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant...
116 ページ - Broke forth the prophet without breeches. " Into what ills betray'd, by thee, This ancient kingdom do I...
183 ページ - Ye perjur'd swains! beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring, And, shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flapp'd his wing.
186 ページ - To the fair villa, and well-order'd bowers ; To court thy pencil early at thy gates, Ambition knocks, and fleeting Beauty waits ; The boastful Muse, of others...
192 ページ - Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands, And sees each spring, luxuriant in her bowers, A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair To gravel walks, and unpolluted air. Here, while the town in damps and darkness lies, They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Each walk, with robes of various dyes bespread, Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks glow, And chints, the rival of the showery bow.