The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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Say , does thy blood rebel , thy bosom move 55 With wretched av ' rice , or a
wretched love ? Know , there are words and spells which can controul , Between
the fits , this fever of the soul ; Know , there are rhymes which , fresh and fresh
apply ...
Say , does thy blood rebel , thy bosom move 55 With wretched av ' rice , or a
wretched love ? Know , there are words and spells which can controul , Between
the fits , this fever of the soul ; Know , there are rhymes which , fresh and fresh
apply ...
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THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL spark of heav ' nly flame ! Quit , oh
quit this mortal frame : : Trembling , hoping , ling ' ring , flyingi . Oh the pain , the
bliss of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife , . . And let me languish into ...
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL spark of heav ' nly flame ! Quit , oh
quit this mortal frame : : Trembling , hoping , ling ' ring , flyingi . Oh the pain , the
bliss of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife , . . And let me languish into ...
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Twas all th ' ambition his high soul could feel , To wear red stockings , and to dine
with Steele . Some ends of verse his betters might afford ; And gave the harmless
fellow a good word . Set up with these he ventur ' d on the Town , And with a ...
Twas all th ' ambition his high soul could feel , To wear red stockings , and to dine
with Steele . Some ends of verse his betters might afford ; And gave the harmless
fellow a good word . Set up with these he ventur ' d on the Town , And with a ...
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Adieu to all but Gay alone , Whose soul , sincere and free , Loves all mankind ,
but flatters none , And so may starve with me . A FRAGMENT . What are the
falling rills , the pendant shades , The morning bowers , the evening colonades ,
But ...
Adieu to all but Gay alone , Whose soul , sincere and free , Loves all mankind ,
but flatters none , And so may starve with me . A FRAGMENT . What are the
falling rills , the pendant shades , The morning bowers , the evening colonades ,
But ...
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And , blest , that , timely from our scene reinov ' d , Thy soul enjoys the liberty it
lov ' d . To these so mourn ' d in death , so lov ' d in life ; The childless parent and
the widow ' d wife , With tears inscribes this monumental stone , That holds their ...
And , blest , that , timely from our scene reinov ' d , Thy soul enjoys the liberty it
lov ' d . To these so mourn ' d in death , so lov ' d in life ; The childless parent and
the widow ' d wife , With tears inscribes this monumental stone , That holds their ...
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Страница 138 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Страница 128 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Страница 38 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Страница 127 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Страница 131 - 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 Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Страница 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.