The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 9Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pagina 179
... whilst dejected Theseus , With mournful loving eyes pursu'd her flight , And dropt a silent tear . CRATANDER . Ha ! this is hatred , This is aversion , horrour , detestation : And sure the queen could wish him still unknown : She loaths ...
... whilst dejected Theseus , With mournful loving eyes pursu'd her flight , And dropt a silent tear . CRATANDER . Ha ! this is hatred , This is aversion , horrour , detestation : And sure the queen could wish him still unknown : She loaths ...
Pagina 185
... Whilst still the foe's unknown ? LYCON . Then quit thy arts , Put off the statesman and resume the judge . Thou Proteus , shift thy various forms no more , But boldly own the god . [ Aside.- That foe's too near , [ To Hipp . The queen's ...
... Whilst still the foe's unknown ? LYCON . Then quit thy arts , Put off the statesman and resume the judge . Thou Proteus , shift thy various forms no more , But boldly own the god . [ Aside.- That foe's too near , [ To Hipp . The queen's ...
Pagina 195
... Whilst she with screams refus'd his impious love , Entreating death , and rising to the wound . Oh ! had you seen her , when the frighted youth Retir'd at your approach : had you then seen her , In the chaste transports of becoming fury ...
... Whilst she with screams refus'd his impious love , Entreating death , and rising to the wound . Oh ! had you seen her , when the frighted youth Retir'd at your approach : had you then seen her , In the chaste transports of becoming fury ...
Pagina 213
... whilst on his people shone The king triumphant from the martyr's throne ! Was ever prince like him to mortals given ? So much the joy of Earth and care of Heaven ! Under the pressure of unequal fate , Of so erect a mind , and soul so ...
... whilst on his people shone The king triumphant from the martyr's throne ! Was ever prince like him to mortals given ? So much the joy of Earth and care of Heaven ! Under the pressure of unequal fate , Of so erect a mind , and soul so ...
Pagina 215
... Whilst my fair combatant herself betray'd : But , when she naked stood before my eyes , Gods ! with what charms did she my soul surprise ! What snowy arms did I both see and feel ! With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell ! Plump ...
... Whilst my fair combatant herself betray'd : But , when she naked stood before my eyes , Gods ! with what charms did she my soul surprise ! What snowy arms did I both see and feel ! With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell ! Plump ...
Parole e frasi comuni
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
Brani popolari
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.