The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... till ninety , had a jointure of six hundred . It is with regret that I find myself not better ena- abled to exhibit memorials of a writer , who at least must be allowed to have set a good example to men of his own class , by devoting ...
... till ninety , had a jointure of six hundred . It is with regret that I find myself not better ena- abled to exhibit memorials of a writer , who at least must be allowed to have set a good example to men of his own class , by devoting ...
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... Till in a flame his tail he lost . " Him The ' incurious Bencher ' hits With his own tale so tight and clean , That while I read , streams gush , by fits , Of hearty laughter from my een . 1 See Fable xii . Old Chaucer , bard of vast ...
... Till in a flame his tail he lost . " Him The ' incurious Bencher ' hits With his own tale so tight and clean , That while I read , streams gush , by fits , Of hearty laughter from my een . 1 See Fable xii . Old Chaucer , bard of vast ...
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... till time Improve the piece , or wise experience give The proper finishing . When Nimrod bold , That mighty hunter , first made war on beasts , And stain'd the woodland green with purple dye , New and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art ...
... till time Improve the piece , or wise experience give The proper finishing . When Nimrod bold , That mighty hunter , first made war on beasts , And stain'd the woodland green with purple dye , New and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art ...
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... slow to learn , To arms devote , of the politer arts , Nor skill'd nor studious ; till from Neustria's coasts 1 Gen. chap . ix . ver . 3 . Victorious William , to more decent rules Subdued our Saxon B. I. 23 THE CHASE .
... slow to learn , To arms devote , of the politer arts , Nor skill'd nor studious ; till from Neustria's coasts 1 Gen. chap . ix . ver . 3 . Victorious William , to more decent rules Subdued our Saxon B. I. 23 THE CHASE .
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... till on the ground , Panting , half dead the conquer'd champion lies : Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd Loud - clamouring seize the helpless worried wretch , And thirsting for his blood , drag different ways His mangled carcass on ...
... till on the ground , Panting , half dead the conquer'd champion lies : Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd Loud - clamouring seize the helpless worried wretch , And thirsting for his blood , drag different ways His mangled carcass on ...
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ALLAN RAMSAY arms Aurengzebe bard behold beneath blank verse bless bless'd blood bold brave breast bright brow brute burlesque charms chase clouds courser crowd dastard dear delight despair distress'd dread e'er earth eyes fair fame fate feast fierce fix'd flies flood fond glorious Gorgonius grace ground groves hand happy head heart Heaven heroes hills Hobbinol honour hopes hounds Hudibras humble huntsman Jove kind king labour lost loud merry mighty Muse Nemesianus night Numps nymph o'er o'er the plain once Oppian Ovid pack pain panting Phidias pleasing poor praise prey pride prize proud pursue race rage reigns rich rise shade shine shore smiles soon soul stream swains sweet thee thou throne trembling triumphs twas tyrant vale Vale of Evesham vex'd view'd virtue voice wanton waves WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise woods wounds wretch younker youth
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Страница 155 - If this pale rose offend your sight, It in your bosom wear, 'Twill blush to find itself less white, And turn Lancastrian there.
Страница 33 - Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mong the tufts Of ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant Curious they crop, sick, Spiritless, forlorn. These inauspicious days, on other cares Employ thy precious hours ; th' improving friend With open arms embrace, and from his lips Glean science, season'd with good-natur'd wit.
Страница 62 - ... harmonious din, the soldier deems The battle kindling, and the statesman grave Forgets his weighty cares; each age, each sex, In the wild transport joins; luxuriant joy, And pleasure in excess, sparkling exult On every brow, and revel unrestrain'd.
Страница 36 - No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd : But courteous now he levels every fence, Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field.
Страница 52 - Heavens! what melodious strains! how beat our hearts Big with tumultuous joy! the loaded gales Breathe harmony; and as the tempest drives From wood to wood, through every dark recess The forest thunders, and the mountains shake.
Страница 74 - Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing, Nor stoops so low ; of these each groom can tell The proper remedy. But O ! what care ! What prudence can prevent madness, the worst Of maladies ? Terrific pest ! that blasts The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads Thro' all th' unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd. More fatal than th' envenom'd viper's bite ; Or that Apulian spider's pois'nous sting, Heal'd by the pleasing antidote of sounds.
Страница 51 - And hurry through the woods; with hasty step Rustling, and full of hope ; now driven on heaps They push, they strive ; while from his kennel sneaks The conscious villain. See ! he skulks along, Sleek at the shepherd's cost, and plump with meals Purloin'd.
Страница 25 - What though the gripe severe Of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, Afflict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Of angry Jove ; though blasted, yet unfallen ; Still can my soul in Fancy's mirror view Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene In all its splendours...
Страница 6 - William. scious of having (at least in one production) generally pleased the world, to be plagued and threatened by wretches that are low in every sense ; to be forced to drink himself into pains of the body, in order to get rid of the pains of the mind, is a misery.
Страница 24 - In thee alone, fair land of liberty ! Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed As yet unrivall'd ; while in other climes Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race.