Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... youth shall ne'er be in a rage : But were his verses vile , his whisper base , You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's cafe , Sejanus , Wolfey , hurt not honeft Fleury ; But well may put some statesman in a fury . Laugh then at any but ...
... youth shall ne'er be in a rage : But were his verses vile , his whisper base , You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's cafe , Sejanus , Wolfey , hurt not honeft Fleury ; But well may put some statesman in a fury . Laugh then at any but ...
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... his arms hang idly round , His flag inverted trails along the ground ! Our youth , all liveried o'er with foreign gold ,. Before her dance ; behind her , crawl the Old ; Sca See thronging millions to the Pagod run , And offer [ 42 ]
... his arms hang idly round , His flag inverted trails along the ground ! Our youth , all liveried o'er with foreign gold ,. Before her dance ; behind her , crawl the Old ; Sca See thronging millions to the Pagod run , And offer [ 42 ]
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... youth offend , Whofe fpeech you took , and gave it to a friend ? P. Faith , it imports not much from whom it came ; Whoever borrow'd , could not be to blame , Since the whole Houfe did afterwards the fame . Let courtly wits to wits ...
... youth offend , Whofe fpeech you took , and gave it to a friend ? P. Faith , it imports not much from whom it came ; Whoever borrow'd , could not be to blame , Since the whole Houfe did afterwards the fame . Let courtly wits to wits ...
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... youth he takes the mother's eye : Blythe Jenny fees the vifit's no ill taen , The father cracks of horses pleughs and kye .. The youngster's artlefs heart o'erflows wi ' joy , But blate and baithfu ' , fcarce can weel behave ; The ...
... youth he takes the mother's eye : Blythe Jenny fees the vifit's no ill taen , The father cracks of horses pleughs and kye .. The youngster's artlefs heart o'erflows wi ' joy , But blate and baithfu ' , fcarce can weel behave ; The ...
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... youth ? Curfe on his perjured arts ! diffembling fmooth ! " Are Honour , Virtue , Confcience , all exiled ? Is there no pity , no relenting ruth , Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints the ruin'd maid , and their ...
... youth ? Curfe on his perjured arts ! diffembling fmooth ! " Are Honour , Virtue , Confcience , all exiled ? Is there no pity , no relenting ruth , Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints the ruin'd maid , and their ...
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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...
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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?