The Works of the English Poets: Broome and PittH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... thofe who have the pleasure and happinefs to fee you act in all thofe relations : I could with delight enlarge upon this amiable part of your character ; but am fenfible that no portion B 3 portion of your time is fo ill spent as in ...
... thofe who have the pleasure and happinefs to fee you act in all thofe relations : I could with delight enlarge upon this amiable part of your character ; but am fenfible that no portion B 3 portion of your time is fo ill spent as in ...
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... thofe antients who wrote it in the greateft purity ? or if he could , was ever any author fo happy , as always to choose the most proper word ? Experience fhews the impoflibility . Befides , of what ufe is verbal críticifin when once we ...
... thofe antients who wrote it in the greateft purity ? or if he could , was ever any author fo happy , as always to choose the most proper word ? Experience fhews the impoflibility . Befides , of what ufe is verbal críticifin when once we ...
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... thofe victims which they were ready to facrifice : he ftudies criticifm as if it extended only to difpraise ; a practice , which , when moft fuccefsful , is leaft defirable . A painter might justly be thought to have a perverfe ...
... thofe victims which they were ready to facrifice : he ftudies criticifm as if it extended only to difpraise ; a practice , which , when moft fuccefsful , is leaft defirable . A painter might justly be thought to have a perverfe ...
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... thus repay What envious fickness ftole away ! Welcome as thofe which kindly bring , And ufher in the joyous fpring ; That That to the smiling earth restore The beauteous herb , 20 BROOME'S POEMS . To Belinda, on her Sickness, and Recovery,
... thus repay What envious fickness ftole away ! Welcome as thofe which kindly bring , And ufher in the joyous fpring ; That That to the smiling earth restore The beauteous herb , 20 BROOME'S POEMS . To Belinda, on her Sickness, and Recovery,
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... thofe bleft deceits employ , Still may the feign , and cheat me into joy ! LYCIDAS . On yonder bank the yielding nymph reclin'd , Gods ! how transported I , and fhe how kind ! There rife , ye flowers , and there your pride display ...
... thofe bleft deceits employ , Still may the feign , and cheat me into joy ! LYCIDAS . On yonder bank the yielding nymph reclin'd , Gods ! how transported I , and fhe how kind ! There rife , ye flowers , and there your pride display ...
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Æneid arms Atrides Bard beauties beneath bleft blooming bofom breaſt breathe bright charms death defcends diftant dreadful earth Ev'n eyes facred fair fame fate fcorn feas fhades fhall fhines fhores fhould fierce fighs fight filent fing fire fkies flain flames fleep flies floods FLORUS flowers fmiles foft fome fong fons forrows foul fpread fpring ftill ftorms ftreams fubject fuch fweet fwell glorious glory Gods grace Greece heaven hero hofts honours Iliad immortal Jove juft king labours laſt Latian Latium lefs loft Lord LYCIDAS lyre mighty Mufe Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praiſe proud purſue rage Rainham raiſe rife riſe roar rofe ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhines ſkies ſky ſtate ſtrains tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand Thracian thunder toils trembling Troy vaft verfe whofe WILLIAM BROOME youth
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Страница 65 - in fair virtue's caufe, From thy own life tranfcribe th' unerring laws ; Teach a bad world beneath her fway to bend, To verfe like thine fierce favages attend, And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the lay, Ev'n fiends relenting hear their rage away. * See the i6th
Страница 62 - Thou and Homer die ; When fink together in the world's laft fires What heaven created, and what heaven infpires. If aught on earth, when once this breath is fled, With human tranfport touch the mighty dead ; Shakefpeare rejoice ! his hand thy page refines, Now every fcene with native brightnefs
Страница 128 - A ftream, that filently but fwiftly glides To meet eternity's immeafur'd tides ! A being, loft alike by pain or joy! A fly can kill it, or a worm deftroy ! Impair'd by labour, and by eafe undone, Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan ! Ev'n while I write, the tranfient NOW is paft, And death more near this fentence,
Страница 337 - Homer * deck the gorgeous car, When our rais'd fouls are eager for the war ? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the hofts to arms ? When with his heroes we fome daftard f find, Of a vile afpeft, and malignant mind ; His awkward figure is not worth our care;
Страница 63 - on thy immortal brow. Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael, time invades, And the bold figure from the canvas fades ; A rival hand recalls from every part Some latent grace, and equals art with art;
Страница 62 - Reptiles of earth, and beings of a day ! 'Tis thine, on every heart to grave thy praife, A monument which worth alone can raife ; Sure to furvive, when time (hall whelm in duft, The arch, the marble, and the mimic buft
Страница 363 - Oh fire ! oh country, once with glory crown'd ! Oh wretched race of Priam, once renown'd ! Oh Jove ! fee Ilion fmoaking on the ground ! They now name Ceres for the golden grain, Bacchus for wine, and Neptune for the main : Or from the father's name point out the fon ; Or for her people introduce a town
Страница 401 - replies, you rave ; The gods refume that reafon which they gave ; For Heaven deep wifdom to the fool fupplies, But oft infatuates and confounds the wife. And wifdom once was thine ! but now I find The gods have ruin'd thy diftemper'd mind. How could you hope your
Страница 30 - calm the evening ! fee the falling day -*- -*- Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray! In gentle fighs the foftly whifpering breeze Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees ; Hark ! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs, Glads every valley with melodious woes! Swift through the air her rounds the fwallow takes, Or fportive
Страница 50 - vales, where zephyrs ever play ! Ye woods, where little warblers tune their lay ! Here grant me, heaven, to end my peaceful days, And fteal myfelf from life by flow decays; Draw health from food the temperate garden yields, From fruit, or herb, the bounty of the fields