The Works of the English Poets: Garth and KingH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... cries - Athens ; honest Truth - Moorfields . Thus fool'd , he flounces on through floods of ink ; Flags with full - fail ; and rises but to fink . Some venal pens fo proftitute the bays , Their panegyrics lash ; their satires praise ...
... cries - Athens ; honest Truth - Moorfields . Thus fool'd , he flounces on through floods of ink ; Flags with full - fail ; and rises but to fink . Some venal pens fo proftitute the bays , Their panegyrics lash ; their satires praise ...
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... cries ; Or fome fair daughter of the distant skies ; That , in compaflion , leave your crystal sphere , To guard fome favour'd charge , and wander here : Slight not my fuit , nor too ungentle prove ; But pity one , a novice yet in love ...
... cries ; Or fome fair daughter of the distant skies ; That , in compaflion , leave your crystal sphere , To guard fome favour'd charge , and wander here : Slight not my fuit , nor too ungentle prove ; But pity one , a novice yet in love ...
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... Or fhade the golden luftre of her fire . In filthy fogs the hides the chearful noon ; The guard at diftance , and the youth alone : By those fair eyes , the cries , and every K 3 By OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XIV . 133.
... Or fhade the golden luftre of her fire . In filthy fogs the hides the chearful noon ; The guard at diftance , and the youth alone : By those fair eyes , the cries , and every K 3 By OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XIV . 133.
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Samuel Johnson. By those fair eyes , the cries , and every grace That finish all the wonders of your face , Oh ! I conjure thee , hear a queen complain ; Nor let the fun's soft lineage fue in vain . Whoe'er thou art , reply'd the king ...
Samuel Johnson. By those fair eyes , the cries , and every grace That finish all the wonders of your face , Oh ! I conjure thee , hear a queen complain ; Nor let the fun's soft lineage fue in vain . Whoe'er thou art , reply'd the king ...
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... began To feel his fellow's brows , and find the man . Cippus then shakes his garland off , and cries , The wretch you want , I offer to your eyes . The The anxious throng look'd down , and , fad in OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XV . 153.
... began To feel his fellow's brows , and find the man . Cippus then shakes his garland off , and cries , The wretch you want , I offer to your eyes . The The anxious throng look'd down , and , fad in OVID'S METAMORPHOSES . Book XV . 153.
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Страница 249 - I take imitation of an author, in their sense, to be an endeavour of a later 25 poet to write like one who has written before him, on the same subject ; that is, not to translate his words, or to be confined to his sense, but only to set him as a pattern, and to write, as he supposes that author would have done, had he lived in our age, and in our 3° country.
Страница 191 - Drink hearty draughts of ale from plain brown bowls, And snatch the homely rasher from the coals : So you, retiring from much better cheer, For once, may venture to do penance here. And since that plenteous autumn now is past, Whose grapes and peaches have indulged your taste, Take in good part, from our poor poet's board, Such rivelled fruits as winter can afford.
Страница 412 - Humpus foon withdrew, Was fafe, as having fuch a one in view At Covent Garden dial, whom he found Sitting with thoughtlefs air and look profound, Who, folitary gaping without care, Seem'd to fay, " Who is 't? wilt go any where ?" Says Humpus, " Sir, my Mafter bade me pray " Your company to dine with him to-day.
Страница 9 - I am hard upon any one, it is my reader : but fome worthy gentlemen, as remarkable for their humanity as their extraordinary parts, have taken care to make him amends for it, by prefixing fomething of their own.
Страница 120 - Even churches are no sanctuaries now : There, golden idols all your vows receive, She is no goddess that has nought to give.
Страница 136 - Here did the tender tale of Picus ceafe, Above belief the wonder, I confefs. Again we fail, but more difafters meet, Foretold by Circe, to our fuffering fleet. Myfelf, unable further woes to bear, Declin'd the voyage, and am refug'd here. -ENEAS ARRIVES IN ITALY. Thus Macareus — Now with a pious aim Had good -ffineas rais'da funeral' flame, In honour of his hoary nurfe's name.
Страница 121 - She is no goddess that has nought to give. Oh, may once more the happy age appear, When words were...
Страница 287 - Thousands of happy hours you pass'd with me ; No mention made of old Penelope. On adamant our wrongs we all engrave, But write our benefits upon the wave.
Страница 143 - Or form the pliant souls of plants so well; Or to the fruit more gen'rous flavours lend, Or teach the trees with nobler loads to bend. The nymph frequented not the...
Страница 212 - Tis the dessert that graces all the feast, For an ill end disparages the rest : A thousand things well done, and one forgot, Defaces obligation by that blot. Make your transparent sweet-meats truly nice, With Indian sugar and Arabian spice : And let your various creams encircled be With swelling fruit just ravish'd from the tree.