The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 9Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... cry'd aloud . Young Arcite heard , and up he ran with haste , To help his friend , and in his arms embrac'd ; And ask'd him why he look'd so deadly wan , And whence and how his change of cheer began , Or who had done th ' offence ...
... cry'd aloud . Young Arcite heard , and up he ran with haste , To help his friend , and in his arms embrac'd ; And ask'd him why he look'd so deadly wan , And whence and how his change of cheer began , Or who had done th ' offence ...
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... cry'd , " I wretch in prison pine , Too happy rival , while the fruit is thine : " Thou liv'st at large , thou draw'st thy native air , Pleas'd with thy freedom , proud of my despair : Thou mayst , since thou hast youth and courage join ...
... cry'd , " I wretch in prison pine , Too happy rival , while the fruit is thine : " Thou liv'st at large , thou draw'st thy native air , Pleas'd with thy freedom , proud of my despair : Thou mayst , since thou hast youth and courage join ...
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... cry'd , The fortune of the field be fairly try'd . At this , the challenger with fierce defy His trumpet sounds ; the challeng'd makes re- ply : [ vaulted sky . With clangor rings the field , resounds the Their vizors closed , their ...
... cry'd , The fortune of the field be fairly try'd . At this , the challenger with fierce defy His trumpet sounds ; the challeng'd makes re- ply : [ vaulted sky . With clangor rings the field , resounds the Their vizors closed , their ...
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... cry'd For help from gods and men : and sore aghast She peck'd and pull'd , and waken'd him at last . " Dear heart , " said she , " for love of Heaven , declare Your pain , and make me partner of your care . You groan , sir , ever since ...
... cry'd For help from gods and men : and sore aghast She peck'd and pull'd , and waken'd him at last . " Dear heart , " said she , " for love of Heaven , declare Your pain , and make me partner of your care . You groan , sir , ever since ...
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... cry'd out murder with a yelling note . ' My murder'd fellow in this cart lies dead , Vengeance and justice on the villain's head . Ye magistrates , who sacred laws dispense , Ou you I call , to punish this offence . ' " The word thus ...
... cry'd out murder with a yelling note . ' My murder'd fellow in this cart lies dead , Vengeance and justice on the villain's head . Ye magistrates , who sacred laws dispense , Ou you I call , to punish this offence . ' " The word thus ...
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Æneid Ajax Apicius arms Baucis and Philemon bear beauty blood breast call'd Ceyx charms Chaucer Chryseis Cinyras command coursers Crete crime cry'd death design'd Earth Ev'n eyes fair fame fate father fear fight fill'd fire fix'd flame give glory goddess gods grace grief ground hand haste head heart Heaven HIPPOLITUS honour Iphis Ismena join'd Jove king labours light live lord lov'd lover Lucretius LYCON maid mind Mopsus Myrrha never night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain passion peace Phædra Pindar Pirithous plain pleas'd poet praise prayer Priam prince queen rage rais'd rest rise sacred seas seem'd shade shine sight sing sire skies soft song soul stood sweet sword synalepha tears tell thee Theocritus Theseus thine things thou thought tongue translation trembling Twas verse Virgil Whilst winds words wound youth
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Page 158 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, ' To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day : Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possess'd, in spite of Fate, are mine.
Page 506 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison.
Page 9 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax, for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Page 481 - Tories echoed every clap, to show that the satire was unfelt. The story of Bolingbroke is well known. He called Booth to his box, and gave him fifty guineas for defending the cause of liberty so well against a perpetual dictator.
Page 357 - Horror of horrors ! what ! his only son ? How look'd our hermit when the fact was done ! Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart.
Page 13 - He is a perpetual fountain of good sense ; learned in all sciences ; and, therefore, speaks properly on all subjects. As he knew what to say, so he knows also when to leave off ; a continence which is practised by few writers, and scarcely by any of the ancients, excepting Virgil and Horace.
Page 354 - While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide ! The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The lake is smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled show Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds which on the right aspire, In dimness from the view retire : The left presents a place of graves, Whose wall the silent water laves. That steeple guides thy doubtful sight Among the livid gleams of night. There pass, with melancholy state. By all the solemn heaps...
Page 13 - We can only say that he lived in the infancy of our poetry, and that nothing is brought to perfection at the first. We must be children before we grow men.
Page 491 - No greater felicity can genius attain, than that of having purified intellectual pleasure, separated mirth from indecency, and wit from licentiousness ; of having taught a succession of writers to bring elegance and gaiety to the aid of goodness ; and, if I may use expressions yet more awful, of having " turned many to righteousness.
Page 125 - The sense of an author, generally speaking, is to be sacred and inviolable. If the fancy of Ovid be luxuriant, it is his character to be so ; and if I retrench it, he is no longer Ovid. It will be replied, that he receives advantage by this lopping of his superfluous branches ; but I rejoin, that a translator has no such right.