The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 12Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Halaman 235
... fince you have begun , Finish your own design ; the work is done . Done ! nothing's done ! nor the dead colours laid , And the most glorious scenes stand undisplay'd ; A thousand generous actions close the rear ; A thousand virtues ...
... fince you have begun , Finish your own design ; the work is done . Done ! nothing's done ! nor the dead colours laid , And the most glorious scenes stand undisplay'd ; A thousand generous actions close the rear ; A thousand virtues ...
Halaman 234
... fince you have begun , Finish your own design ; the work is done . } Done ! nothing's done ! nor the dead colours laid , And the most glorious scenes stand undisplay'd ; A thousand generous actions close the rear ; A thousand virtues ...
... fince you have begun , Finish your own design ; the work is done . } Done ! nothing's done ! nor the dead colours laid , And the most glorious scenes stand undisplay'd ; A thousand generous actions close the rear ; A thousand virtues ...
Halaman 246
... fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , Left ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , like 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S. On the University of Cambridge's burning the Duke of Monmouth's Picture, 1685.
... fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , Left ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , like 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S. On the University of Cambridge's burning the Duke of Monmouth's Picture, 1685.
Halaman 249
... That with ftrong thoughts fhe might improve her race ; But all in vain , fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , S ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , I Left 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S.
... That with ftrong thoughts fhe might improve her race ; But all in vain , fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , S ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , I Left 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S.
Halaman 249
... That with ftrong thoughts fhe might improve her race ; But all in vain , fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , Left ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , like 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S.
... That with ftrong thoughts fhe might improve her race ; But all in vain , fince the wife house confpire To damn the canvas traitor to the fire , Left ON BURNING MONMOUTH'S PICTURE . 247 Left it , like 246 STEPNEY'S POEM S.
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Arcadian ſtrains arms beauty Becauſe beſt betray'd bleſt bold brave breaſt bright Catullus cauſe ceaſe charms chimæras conqueſts courſe death defire deſign deſpair deſpiſe diſdain eaſe eaſy ECLOGUE eyes fair falſe fame fancy fate favour fear fighs fight fince firſt flain flame flave Flavia foft fome fongs foon forrow foul fuch GEORGE STEPNEY glory Gods happy heart hero honour juſt Lady SUNDERLAND laſt leſs live loft loſe lov'd lover Lycon moſt Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſſion paſt pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe pride rage raiſe reaſon refuſe reſt Rome ſay ſcarce ſcene ſcorn ſea ſee ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhepherd ſhore ſhould ſmile ſome ſtand ſtate ſtay Sthenelus ſtill ſtop ſtorms ſtrength STREP ſtrings ſuch ſuſtain ſwains ſweet ſwelling Sylvia tears thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts throne Tibullus uſe verſe virtue whoſe youth
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Halaman 273 - That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And, that he could die Whenever he would, But, that he could live But as long as he could: How grievous soever The torment might grow, He scorn'd to endeavour To finish it so. But bold, unconcern'd At thoughts of the pain, He calmly return'd To his cottage again.
Halaman 260 - Throne, Reftrain'd by nothing but their Will alone) Here can cry up, and there as boldly blame, And, as they pleafe, give Infamy or Fame. In vain the * Tyrian Queen...
Halaman 273 - Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck, when once broken, Can never be...
Halaman 284 - And winds from pole to pole the news convey ! Delia, the Queen of Love, let all deplore ! Delia, the Queen of Beauty, now no more ! 'Tis done, and all obey the mournful Mufe ! See, hills, and plains, and winds, have heard the news!
Halaman 269 - T' encrease that Wealth he wants the Soul to spend : Poor Shifter does his whole Contrivance set, To spend that Wealth he wants the Sense to get. How happy would appear to each his Fate, Had Gripe his Humour, or he Gripe's Estate ? Kind Fate and Fortune, blend 'em if you can, And of two Wretches make one happy Man.
Halaman 285 - Paffion knows, Swells with this Sorrow, and her Banks- o'erflows : What Shrieks are heard ? what Groans ? what dying Cries ? Ev*n Nature's felf in dire Convulfions lies ! DELIA, the Queen of Love, they All deplore ! DELIA, the Queen of Beauty, now no more!
Halaman 238 - While the peers cuff, to make the rabble sport: Or hirelings, at a prize, their fortunes try ; Certain to fall unpity'd if they die ; Since none can have the favourable thought That to obey a tyrant's will they fought, But that their lives they willingly expose, Bought by the pretors to adorn their shows.
Halaman 249 - I'm sincere, And know the ladies to a hair ; Ho«e'tr small poets whine upon it, In madrigal, in song, and sonnet. Their beauty's but a spell, to bring A lover to th' enchanted ring. Ere the sack-posset is digested, Or half of Hymen's taper wasted, The winning air, the wanton trip, The radiant eye, the velvet lip, From which you fragrant kisses stole, And seem'd to suck her springing soul ; These, and the rest you doated on, Are nauseous, or insipid grown ; The spell dissolves, the cloud is gone,...
Halaman 268 - Twou'd burn our corn and grafs away, To ftarve the world befide. Let not the thoughts of parting, fright Two fouls which...
Halaman 274 - OF all the torments, all the cares, "With which our lives are curst ; Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst ! By partners, in each other kind, Afflictions easier grow ; In love alone we hate to find Companions of our woe.