English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... write : The Muses now , and Neptune too , 5 We must implore to write to you- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! For though the Muses should prove kind , And fill our empty brain , Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main ...
... write : The Muses now , and Neptune too , 5 We must implore to write to you- With a fa , la , la , la , la ! For though the Muses should prove kind , And fill our empty brain , Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main ...
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... write . Thou art of lasting make , like thoughtless men , A strong nativity - but for the pen ; Eat opium , mingle arsenic in thy drink , Still thou may'st live , avoiding pen and ink . I see , I see , ' t is counsel given in vain , For ...
... write . Thou art of lasting make , like thoughtless men , A strong nativity - but for the pen ; Eat opium , mingle arsenic in thy drink , Still thou may'st live , avoiding pen and ink . I see , I see , ' t is counsel given in vain , For ...
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... writer's wit : Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let ' em be all ... write thy best , and top ; and in each line Sir Formal's oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought ...
... writer's wit : Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let ' em be all ... write thy best , and top ; and in each line Sir Formal's oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought ...
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... write , Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies . Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . Leave writing plays ...
... write , Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies . Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . Leave writing plays ...
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... write it new . Strange confidence , still to interpret true , Yet not be sure that all they have explained Is in the blest original contained . 60 In times o'ergrown with rust and ignorance , A gainful trade their clergy did advance ...
... write it new . Strange confidence , still to interpret true , Yet not be sure that all they have explained Is in the blest original contained . 60 In times o'ergrown with rust and ignorance , A gainful trade their clergy did advance ...
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Страница 241 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Страница 283 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 241 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 357 - Then kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing...
Страница 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 358 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Страница 287 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Страница 381 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Страница 138 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 325 - May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished...