Cato. Dialogue on medals. Essay on Virgil's Georgies. Poemata. Poems on several occasions. Rosamond; an opera. Story of Salmacis and HermaphroditusT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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Side viii
... hand . Such a saying would have been impertinent and unworthy Boileau , whose dispute with Perrault turned chiefly upon some passages in the ancients , which he rescued from the mis - interpretations of his adversary . The true and na ...
... hand . Such a saying would have been impertinent and unworthy Boileau , whose dispute with Perrault turned chiefly upon some passages in the ancients , which he rescued from the mis - interpretations of his adversary . The true and na ...
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... the editor , was pleased to mark with his own hand those Tatlers which are inserted in this edition , and even to point out several , in the writing of which they both were concerned . The plan of the Spectator , as far as it PREFACE .
... the editor , was pleased to mark with his own hand those Tatlers which are inserted in this edition , and even to point out several , in the writing of which they both were concerned . The plan of the Spectator , as far as it PREFACE .
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... hand Like Homer's Hector when he flung his fire Amidst a thousand ships , and made all Greece retire . But who can run the British triumphs o'er , And count the flames disperst on ev'ry shore ? Who can describe the scatter'd victory ...
... hand Like Homer's Hector when he flung his fire Amidst a thousand ships , and made all Greece retire . But who can run the British triumphs o'er , And count the flames disperst on ev'ry shore ? Who can describe the scatter'd victory ...
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... hand ! But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores , With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart , The smiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppression in her vallies reigns ...
... hand ! But what avail her unexhausted stores , Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores , With all the gifts that heav'n and earth impart , The smiles of nature , and the charms of art , While proud oppression in her vallies reigns ...
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... hand , sure pledge of amity ; When , thus encouraged , he began his tale . I'm one , says he , of poor descent , my name Is Achæmenides , my country Greece , Ulysses ' sad compeer , who whilst he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here ...
... hand , sure pledge of amity ; When , thus encouraged , he began his tale . I'm one , says he , of poor descent , my name Is Achæmenides , my country Greece , Ulysses ' sad compeer , who whilst he fled The raging Cyclops , left me here ...
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Addison ancient Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beauty behold blest blood breast bright Cæsar Cato Cato's charms Claudian Commodus CREECH death DECIUS DRYDEN emperor ev'ry eyes fancy fate father fear figure fire flame friends Georgic give goddess gods grace GRIDELINE grief hand head heart heaven Hesiod honour immortal Jove joys JUBA Julius Cæsar KING look LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA Marcus medals mighty muse nature numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er old coins Ovid passion Pentheus Pharsalia poem poetry poets PORTIUS prince quæ QUEEN rage rise Roman Roman senate Rome ROSAMOND round S. C. Reverse says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE SEMPRONIUS shade shine sight Silius Italicus SIR TRUSTY skies soul stand sword SYPHAX tears tell thee thou thought thunder tibi toils Trajan turn verse view'd VIRG Virgil virtue Whilst winds youth
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Side xxi - 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.
Side 43 - Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train; Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light, And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight: Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
Side 221 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But well do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Side 45 - I bridle in my struggling Muse with pain, That longs to launch into a nobler strain.
Side 183 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Side xix - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Side 287 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Side 367 - The man resolved and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries , The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.
Side 304 - Th' assembled deities survey'd. Great Pan, who wont to chase the fair, And lov'd the spreading oak, was there ; Old Saturn too, with upcast eyes, Beheld his abdicated skies ; And mighty Mars, for war renown'd, In adamantine armour frown'd ; By him the childless goddess rose, Minerva, studious to compose Her twisted threads ; the web she strung. And o'er a loom of marble hung : Thetis, the troubled ocean's queen Match'd with a mortal, next was seen, Reclining on a funeral urn, Her short-liv'd darling...
Side 289 - And, in the anguish of my heart beseech you To quit the dreadful purpose of your soul ! CATO. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. [Embracing him.