The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, 第 2 巻T. Evans, 1774 |
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... muse ; Who , happy in a partial fame , A while poffefs a poet's name , But read their works , examine fair , -Shew me invention , fancy there , Tafte I allow ; but is the flow Of genius in them ? Surely , no . ' Tis labour from the ...
... muse ; Who , happy in a partial fame , A while poffefs a poet's name , But read their works , examine fair , -Shew me invention , fancy there , Tafte I allow ; but is the flow Of genius in them ? Surely , no . ' Tis labour from the ...
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... Muses ' throne , Which right of conqueft made your own ? Or fhall I ( knowing how unfit The world efteems a man of wit , That wherefoever he appears , They wonder if the knave has ears ) Address with joy and lamentation , CONDOLANCE and ...
... Muses ' throne , Which right of conqueft made your own ? Or fhall I ( knowing how unfit The world efteems a man of wit , That wherefoever he appears , They wonder if the knave has ears ) Address with joy and lamentation , CONDOLANCE and ...
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... gibes , and taunts , and flings . How will the fober Cit abufe , The fallies of the Culprit muse ; To her and Poet fhut the door - And whip the beggar , with his whore ? POET ! -a FOOL ! a WRETCH ! a KNAVE POETI ( 24 )
... gibes , and taunts , and flings . How will the fober Cit abufe , The fallies of the Culprit muse ; To her and Poet fhut the door - And whip the beggar , with his whore ? POET ! -a FOOL ! a WRETCH ! a KNAVE POETI ( 24 )
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... Muse , Which every breath of praise pursues , Wou'd open to their free embrace , Meet her with fuch a blasting face , That all the brave imagination , Which feeks the fun of approbation , No more its early bloffoms tries , But curls its ...
... Muse , Which every breath of praise pursues , Wou'd open to their free embrace , Meet her with fuch a blasting face , That all the brave imagination , Which feeks the fun of approbation , No more its early bloffoms tries , But curls its ...
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... Muse , or ftifle This meditation of a trifle ? But you , perhaps , will kindly take The trifle for the Giver's fake , Who only pays his grateful Mite , The just acknowledgment of Right , As to the Landlord duly fent A pepper - corn ...
... Muse , or ftifle This meditation of a trifle ? But you , perhaps , will kindly take The trifle for the Giver's fake , Who only pays his grateful Mite , The just acknowledgment of Right , As to the Landlord duly fent A pepper - corn ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace hæc hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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202 ページ - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
186 ページ - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
198 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
190 ページ - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
192 ページ - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.
188 ページ - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
188 ページ - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
196 ページ - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
186 ページ - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
194 ページ - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...