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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... arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole flocks of ill prefaging birds receives . Poisons are all the plants that foil will bear , And Winter is the only season there . Millions of graves o'erfpread the fpacious field , And fprings of blood a ...
... arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole flocks of ill prefaging birds receives . Poisons are all the plants that foil will bear , And Winter is the only season there . Millions of graves o'erfpread the fpacious field , And fprings of blood a ...
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... arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragick scene in terror makes them live , Till that is forc'd , which they fhould freely give ; Yielding unwillingly what Heav ...
... arms confus'dly spread ; The rapid flames of a perpetual fire , The groans of wretches ready to expire : This tragick scene in terror makes them live , Till that is forc'd , which they fhould freely give ; Yielding unwillingly what Heav ...
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... arms , Render'd the tribute owing to her charms . But , as 1 foonest of all mortals paid My vows , and to her beauty altars made ; So , among all those slaves that sigh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy of my chain . Love's heavy ...
... arms , Render'd the tribute owing to her charms . But , as 1 foonest of all mortals paid My vows , and to her beauty altars made ; So , among all those slaves that sigh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy of my chain . Love's heavy ...
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... arms ; Past joys are now my fancy's mournful themes ; Make all my happy nights appear but dreams : Let not fuch blifs before my eyes be brought ; O hide those scenes from my tormenting thought ; And in their place disdainful beauty show ...
... arms ; Past joys are now my fancy's mournful themes ; Make all my happy nights appear but dreams : Let not fuch blifs before my eyes be brought ; O hide those scenes from my tormenting thought ; And in their place disdainful beauty show ...
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... nymph , not yet bereft of charms , Fell cold and breathlefs in her lover's arms . Goddess , who now my fate hast understood , Spare but my tears , and freely take my blood : Here let me end the story of my cares ; ΤΟ THE TEMPLE.
... nymph , not yet bereft of charms , Fell cold and breathlefs in her lover's arms . Goddess , who now my fate hast understood , Spare but my tears , and freely take my blood : Here let me end the story of my cares ; ΤΟ THE TEMPLE.
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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...