The Works of the English Poets: PriorH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... praise given to the portraits of Raphael ; and , at once , create love and refpect . While the greatness of his mien informed men , they were approaching the nobleman ; the fweet- nefs of it invited them to come nearer to the patron ...
... praise given to the portraits of Raphael ; and , at once , create love and refpect . While the greatness of his mien informed men , they were approaching the nobleman ; the fweet- nefs of it invited them to come nearer to the patron ...
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... praises , but with my fincerest wishes that you may deserve them ; that you may employ those extraordinary parts and abilities , with which Heaven has bleffed you , to the honour of your family , the benefit of your friends , and the ...
... praises , but with my fincerest wishes that you may deserve them ; that you may employ those extraordinary parts and abilities , with which Heaven has bleffed you , to the honour of your family , the benefit of your friends , and the ...
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... praise excites each lyre , employs each tongue : Whilft only he who caus'd , diflikes the fong . To this great , humble , parting man I gain'd Accefs , and happy for an hour I reign'd ; Happy as new - form'd man in paradife , Ere fin ...
... praise excites each lyre , employs each tongue : Whilft only he who caus'd , diflikes the fong . To this great , humble , parting man I gain'd Accefs , and happy for an hour I reign'd ; Happy as new - form'd man in paradife , Ere fin ...
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... praise the deity They chipp'd while yet in its paneity . That when you poets fwear and cry , The god infpires ; I rave , I die ; If inward wind does truly fwell ye , " T must be the colick in your belly : That writing is but just like ...
... praise the deity They chipp'd while yet in its paneity . That when you poets fwear and cry , The god infpires ; I rave , I die ; If inward wind does truly fwell ye , " T must be the colick in your belly : That writing is but just like ...
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... praise and panegyrick ; Juftice reftor'd , and nations freed , And wreaths Found William's glorious head . To the COUNTESS of DORSET . Written in her Milton . By Mr. Bradbury . SEE EE here how bright the first - born virgin shone , And ...
... praise and panegyrick ; Juftice reftor'd , and nations freed , And wreaths Found William's glorious head . To the COUNTESS of DORSET . Written in her Milton . By Mr. Bradbury . SEE EE here how bright the first - born virgin shone , And ...
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Страница 121 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Страница 128 - Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Страница 122 - Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Страница 100 - Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus' peak. But in this nymph, my friend, my sister know : She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow : Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring grove, Sacred to soft recess, and gentle love.
Страница 122 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way; They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Страница 191 - Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit. He loves cheap port, and double bub, And settles in the Humdrum Club; He learns how stocks will fall or rise; Holds poverty the greatest vice ; Thinks wit the bane of conversation ; And says that learning spoils a nation.
Страница 98 - To Me pertains not, She replies, To know or care where CUPID flies ; What are his Haunts, or which his Way ; Where He would dwell, or whither stray : Yet will I never set Thee free : For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.
Страница 33 - Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary, I thought it was in vain to tarry: But did opine it might be better, By penny-post to send a letter; Now if you miss of this epistle, I'm balk'd again, and may go whistle.
Страница 130 - The Change, the City, or the Play, As each was proper for the day : A turn in summer to Hyde Park, When it grew tolerably dark.
Страница 84 - S'en va tomber sous la foudre Qui dompta Lille, Courtrai; Gand, la superbe espagnole, Saint-Omer, Besançon, Dole, Ypres, Mastricht et Cambrai. Mes présages s'accomplissent : 11 commence à chanceler. Sous les coups qui retentissent Ses murs s'en vont s'écrouler.