Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... this dame deny ( If gentle pardon could with dames agree ) To her fad grief that fwells in either eye , And wrings her fo , that all for pity fhe could die . No * Spenfer . No longer can fhe now her fhrieks command ; And [ 14 ]
... this dame deny ( If gentle pardon could with dames agree ) To her fad grief that fwells in either eye , And wrings her fo , that all for pity fhe could die . No * Spenfer . No longer can fhe now her fhrieks command ; And [ 14 ]
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... little Piece , from whence his tranfition to Mr. Pope's letter is very artfully contrived , and befpeaks a degree of judg ment much beyond Mr. Weft's years . 2 To ficknefs ftill , and ftill to grief a AD AMICOS*, ...
... little Piece , from whence his tranfition to Mr. Pope's letter is very artfully contrived , and befpeaks a degree of judg ment much beyond Mr. Weft's years . 2 To ficknefs ftill , and ftill to grief a AD AMICOS*, ...
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... grief a prey , Health turns from me her rofy face away . Juft Heaven ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my head untimely to the tomb ? Did e'er this hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl , or point the murd'rous ...
... grief a prey , Health turns from me her rofy face away . Juft Heaven ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my head untimely to the tomb ? Did e'er this hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl , or point the murd'rous ...
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... grief must send ; Thofe hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian fwains , that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms and crooks and staffs prepare , To fhield your ...
... grief must send ; Thofe hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend . AGIB . Ye Georgian fwains , that piteous learn from far Circaffia's ruin , and the waste of war ; Some weightier arms and crooks and staffs prepare , To fhield your ...
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... grief beguil'd ; A folemn , flrange , and mingled air , ' Twas fad by fits , by farts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes fo fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure , And bade the lovely ...
... grief beguil'd ; A folemn , flrange , and mingled air , ' Twas fad by fits , by farts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes fo fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure , And bade the lovely ...
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40 ページ - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
57 ページ - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
3 ページ - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit, For a patriot too cool, for a drudge disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
42 ページ - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
6 ページ - Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
7 ページ - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
54 ページ - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
55 ページ - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
3 ページ - Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor, Who having spent the treasures of his crown, Condemns their luxury to feed his own ; And yet this act, to varnish o'er the shame Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good.
41 ページ - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...