Poems on Several Occasions: To which are Added, the Tragedies of Julius Caesar, and Marcus Brutus. By John Sheffield, ...Robert and Andrew Foulis, 1752 - 280 psl. |
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... sure to last , For , like a pleafing dream , they all are past . From Heav'n her beauties like fierce lightnings came , Which break thro ' darkness with a glorious flame ; A while they shine , a while our minds amaze , Our wondring eyes ...
... sure to last , For , like a pleafing dream , they all are past . From Heav'n her beauties like fierce lightnings came , Which break thro ' darkness with a glorious flame ; A while they shine , a while our minds amaze , Our wondring eyes ...
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... SURE That ever was by kindness curst , Who must my only blifs bemoan , And am by happiness undone . Had I at diftance only feen That lovely face , I might have been With the delightful object pleas'd , But not with all this paffion feiz ...
... SURE That ever was by kindness curst , Who must my only blifs bemoan , And am by happiness undone . Had I at diftance only feen That lovely face , I might have been With the delightful object pleas'd , But not with all this paffion feiz ...
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... an angry look , Alas ! Ilov'd you best . Own but the fame to me , you'll find How bleft will be our fate ; Oh , to be happy , to be kind , Sure , never is too late . FR SON G. ROM all uneafy paffions free , Revenge 32 SONGS AND VERSES .
... an angry look , Alas ! Ilov'd you best . Own but the fame to me , you'll find How bleft will be our fate ; Oh , to be happy , to be kind , Sure , never is too late . FR SON G. ROM all uneafy paffions free , Revenge 32 SONGS AND VERSES .
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... Sure ' tis fome fate that fets me above wrongs , Yet still exposes me to bufy tongues . I'll not complain ; for who's difpleas'd with love , If it fincere , difcreet , and conftant prove ? But that I fear- -not that I think you bafe ...
... Sure ' tis fome fate that fets me above wrongs , Yet still exposes me to bufy tongues . I'll not complain ; for who's difpleas'd with love , If it fincere , difcreet , and conftant prove ? But that I fear- -not that I think you bafe ...
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... Sure , from fome angel he the secret knew , Who thro ' this labyrinth has lent the clue ! But what , alas ! avails it poor mankind , To fee this promis'd land , yet stay behind ? The way is fhewn , but who has strength to go ? Who can ...
... Sure , from fome angel he the secret knew , Who thro ' this labyrinth has lent the clue ! But what , alas ! avails it poor mankind , To fee this promis'd land , yet stay behind ? The way is fhewn , but who has strength to go ? Who can ...
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Poems on Several Occasions– To which are Added, the Tragedies of Julius ... John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visos knygos peržiūra - 1752 |
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againſt ANTONY Athens beaſt becauſe befides beſt BRUTUS CAESAR CASCA CASSIUS caufe cauſe charms CITIZEN DECIUS BRUTUS deferve defire DOLABELLA ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fate fatires fault fear feem fenfe fhall fhew fhine fighs fight fince firſt flaves fome foon foul fpirits friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fure Gods greateſt grief heart Heav'n himſelf honour infpires itſelf joys juft JUNIA juſt kindneſs laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd LUCILIUS mankind maſter mind moſt mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble o'er paffion paſt pleaſe pleaſure POMPEY PORTIA pow'r praiſe publick raiſe reaſon reſt Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand TITINIUS TREBONIUS us'd uſe VARIUS virtue Whofe whoſe wife wiſh worſe wretched yourſelf
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197 psl. - O what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded?
195 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
196 psl. - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
144 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
86 psl. - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read. And Homer will be all the books you need.
62 psl. - I as wife as many of my fex : But time and you may bolder thoughts infpire ; And I, perhaps, may yield to your defire.
197 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
62 psl. - For now my Pen has tir'd my tender Hand : My Woman knows the Secret of my Heart, And may hereafter better News impart.
85 psl. - A work of such inestimable worth, There are but two the world has yet brought forth ! HOMER and VIRGIL ! with what...
205 psl. - But here our author, befides other faults Of ill expreffions, and of vulgar thoughts, Commits one crime that needs an act of grace, And breaks the law of unity of place...