The Works of the British Poets, Том 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 страници |
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... person as a match . Finding she was determined to abide by her own choice , he fent her abroad . Deprived of every opportunity of converfing or correfponding with her lover , the be- came defperate , and procured a fword , which the ...
... person as a match . Finding she was determined to abide by her own choice , he fent her abroad . Deprived of every opportunity of converfing or correfponding with her lover , the be- came defperate , and procured a fword , which the ...
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... person of Pope was diminutive and mishapen . In the " Guardian , " he compares himself to a spider , and is said to have been protuberant behind and before . His ftature was fo low , that , to bring him to a level with common tables ...
... person of Pope was diminutive and mishapen . In the " Guardian , " he compares himself to a spider , and is said to have been protuberant behind and before . His ftature was fo low , that , to bring him to a level with common tables ...
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... or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whose temple is all space , Whose altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense rife ! MORAL ESSAYS , IN FOUR EPISTLES . TO SEVERAL PERSONS.
... or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whose temple is all space , Whose altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All nature's incense rife ! MORAL ESSAYS , IN FOUR EPISTLES . TO SEVERAL PERSONS.
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Robert Anderson. MORAL ESSAYS , IN FOUR EPISTLES . TO SEVERAL PERSONS . Eft brevitate opus , ut currat fententia , neu fe Impediat verbis laffas onerantibus aures : Et fermone opus eft modo trifti , fæpe jocofo , " Defendente vicem modo ...
Robert Anderson. MORAL ESSAYS , IN FOUR EPISTLES . TO SEVERAL PERSONS . Eft brevitate opus , ut currat fententia , neu fe Impediat verbis laffas onerantibus aures : Et fermone opus eft modo trifti , fæpe jocofo , " Defendente vicem modo ...
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... person , and expose the vice . P. How , Sir ! not damn the fharper , but the dice ? Come on then , fatire ! general , unconfin'd , Spread thy broad wing , and fouse on all the kind . Ye statesmen , priefts , of one religion all ! Ye ...
... person , and expose the vice . P. How , Sir ! not damn the fharper , but the dice ? Come on then , fatire ! general , unconfin'd , Spread thy broad wing , and fouse on all the kind . Ye statesmen , priefts , of one religion all ! Ye ...
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Страница 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Страница 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Страница 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Страница 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Страница 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Страница 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Страница 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Страница 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Страница 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Страница 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!