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Page 89 - and here it circulates: for, if the coin be good, it will pass from one hand to another. I trade both with the living and the dead, for the enrichment of our native language. We have enough in England to supply our necessity; but, if we will have things of magnificence and splendour, we must get them by commerce.
Page 151 - Of nature, and unclouded fields of light— ) My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life— A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood. Some god conduct me to the sacred shades, Where Bacchanals are sung by Spartan maids, Or lift me high to
Page 78 - admirers. But it often happens, to their mortification, that, as their readers improve their stock of sense (as they may by reading better books, and by conversation -with men of judgment), they soon forsake them: and when the torrent from the mountain falls no more, the swelling writer is reduced into his shallow bed, like the
Page 181 - wind that ready waits For Sicily, shall bear you to the straits Where proud Pelorus opes a wider way, Tack to the larboard, and stand off to sea: Veer starboard sea and land. The' Italian shore, And fair Sicilia's coast, were one, before An earthquake caus'd the flaw : the roaring tides } The passage broke, that land from land divides;
Page 15 - action been finished, or had been one; and Milton, if the devil had not been his hero, instead of Adam ; if the giant had not foiled the knight, and driven him out of his strong hold, to wander through the world with his lady errant; and if there had not been
Page 144 - was a town! The fatal day, the' appointed hour is come, When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan state to Grecian hands. The fire consumes the town, the foe commands; And armed hosts, an unexpected force, Break from the bowels of the fatal horse. Within the gates, proud Sinon throws about The flames! and
Page 140 - Their speckled tails advance to steer their course, And on the sounding shore the flying hillows force. And now the strand, and now the plain, they held; Their ardent eyes with bloody streaks were fill'd ; Their nimble tongues they brandish'd as they came, And lick'd their hissing jaws, that
Page 77 - and rind of wit: prefer a quibble, a conceit, an epigram, before solid sense and elegant expression : these are mob readers. If Virgil and Martial stood for parliament-men, we know already who would carry it. But, though they make the greatest appearance in the field, and cry the loudest, the best on't is, they are but a sort of French
Page 100 - from his airy throne, With power imperial curbs the struggling winds, And sounding tempests in dark prisons hinds ; This way, and that, the' impatient captives tend, And, pressing for release, the mountains rend. High in his hall the' undaunted monarch stands, And shakes his sceptre, and their rage commands , Which did he not, their
Page 108 - What end of labours has your will decreed ? Antenor, from the midst of Grecian hosts, Could pass secure, and pierce the' Illyrian coasts, Where, rolling down the steep, Timavus raves, And through nine channels disembogues his waves. At length he founded Padua's happy seat, And gave his Trojans a secure retreat: There fix'd their arms, and there