Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... fair works doth most aggrace , The art which wrought it all appeared in no place .. One would have thought ( fo cunningly the rude- And fcorned parts were mingled with the fine ) ; That Nature had for wantonnefs enfude . Art , and that ...
... fair works doth most aggrace , The art which wrought it all appeared in no place .. One would have thought ( fo cunningly the rude- And fcorned parts were mingled with the fine ) ; That Nature had for wantonnefs enfude . Art , and that ...
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... fair to fee , The which into an ample laver fell , And shortly grew to fo great quantitie , That like a little lake it feem'd to bee : Whofe depth exceeded not three cubits height , That through the waves one might the bottom fee , All ...
... fair to fee , The which into an ample laver fell , And shortly grew to fo great quantitie , That like a little lake it feem'd to bee : Whofe depth exceeded not three cubits height , That through the waves one might the bottom fee , All ...
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... fair Fame infpires ; Bleft with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converfe , and live with eafe : Should fuch a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with ...
... fair Fame infpires ; Bleft with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converfe , and live with eafe : Should fuch a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with ...
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... fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er taftes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred fpaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal fmiles his emptiness betray , As fhallow freams run dimpling all the way ...
... fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er taftes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred fpaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal fmiles his emptiness betray , As fhallow freams run dimpling all the way ...
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... fair Virtue ! all the paft ; For thee , fair Virtue ! welcome even the last . A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? P. A knave's a knave to me , in ev'ry flate : Alike Alike my fcorn , if he fucceed or fail , [ 34 ]
... fair Virtue ! all the paft ; For thee , fair Virtue ! welcome even the last . A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? P. A knave's a knave to me , in ev'ry flate : Alike Alike my fcorn , if he fucceed or fail , [ 34 ]
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æther bard beft behold beſt blefs bleft blifs bloom breaft defire eafe eaſe ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret feem feem'd feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent filver fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flood flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons fool foreft forrow foul fpring frike ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace groves heart Heaven himſelf infpire JAMES THOMSON juft labour laft lefs loft lov'd mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paffion peace Philomelus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praife praiſe pride profe reft rhyme rife ſweet tender Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS PARNELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil verfe vext virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife wretch youth
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Страница 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Страница 33 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Страница 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Страница 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Страница 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Страница 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Страница 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Страница 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Страница 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Страница 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?