The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Том 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... hours a - day , And fquatting close , with dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who fcarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and drink , But never half a one ...
... hours a - day , And fquatting close , with dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who fcarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and drink , But never half a one ...
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... hour ; Who lives by rule , and ne'er outgoes it ; Moves like a clock , and hardly knows it ; Who is a kind of breathing being , Which has but half the pow'r of seeing ; Who ftands for ever on the brink , Yet dare not plunge enough to ...
... hour ; Who lives by rule , and ne'er outgoes it ; Moves like a clock , and hardly knows it ; Who is a kind of breathing being , Which has but half the pow'r of seeing ; Who ftands for ever on the brink , Yet dare not plunge enough to ...
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... hours on hours , Cull'd all the sweets , cull'd all the flow'rs , The churl , whofe dull imagination Is dead to every fine fenfation , Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or taste her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as useless ...
... hours on hours , Cull'd all the sweets , cull'd all the flow'rs , The churl , whofe dull imagination Is dead to every fine fenfation , Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or taste her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as useless ...
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... hour . Some vices must to all appear As conftitutional as FEAR ; And every Moralift will find A ruling paffion in the mind : Which , tho ' pent up and barricado'd Like winds , where Eolus bravado'd ; Like them , will fally from their ...
... hour . Some vices must to all appear As conftitutional as FEAR ; And every Moralift will find A ruling paffion in the mind : Which , tho ' pent up and barricado'd Like winds , where Eolus bravado'd ; Like them , will fally from their ...
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... hour Of combating the NORTHERN THANE , And all his puppet tools of Pow'r . Shame to the Wretch , if sense of shame Can ever touch the mifcreant's breast , Who dead to virtue as to fame , ( A Monster whom the Gods deteft ) Turns Turns ...
... hour Of combating the NORTHERN THANE , And all his puppet tools of Pow'r . Shame to the Wretch , if sense of shame Can ever touch the mifcreant's breast , Who dead to virtue as to fame , ( A Monster whom the Gods deteft ) Turns Turns ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace hæc hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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