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... Say , does your breaft no bias hide , Whose influence draws the mind afide ? All have their hobby - horse , you see , From Triftram down to you and me . C Ambition , Ambition , fplendour , may be thine ; Eafe , [ 9 ]
... Say , does your breaft no bias hide , Whose influence draws the mind afide ? All have their hobby - horse , you see , From Triftram down to you and me . C Ambition , Ambition , fplendour , may be thine ; Eafe , [ 9 ]
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... Say , fhall I fing how firft on Delos ' fhore Thee , glorious progeny , Latona bore + ? How first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft ...
... Say , fhall I fing how firft on Delos ' fhore Thee , glorious progeny , Latona bore + ? How first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft ...
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... say nothing of his opinion of this fpecimen of his tranflation ) fearing that this fpecies of poetry , though it has its beauties , and does not want admirers among the learned , would appear far lefs agreeable to the mere English ...
... say nothing of his opinion of this fpecimen of his tranflation ) fearing that this fpecies of poetry , though it has its beauties , and does not want admirers among the learned , would appear far lefs agreeable to the mere English ...
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... ! Because I find a poet said it : Their verdict makes but fmall impreffion , Who are known liars by profeffion . Rife what exalted flights it will , True genius will be genius ftill ; And And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which [ 28 ]
... ! Because I find a poet said it : Their verdict makes but fmall impreffion , Who are known liars by profeffion . Rife what exalted flights it will , True genius will be genius ftill ; And And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which [ 28 ]
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Robert Lloyd. And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which wants a bridle or a fpur ? The mettled fteed may lose his tricks ; The jade grows callous to your kicks . Had Shakespeare crept by modern rules , We'd loft his Witches , Fairies ...
Robert Lloyd. And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which wants a bridle or a fpur ? The mettled fteed may lose his tricks ; The jade grows callous to your kicks . Had Shakespeare crept by modern rules , We'd loft his Witches , Fairies ...
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238 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
254 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.
242 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.
240 ページ - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
244 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 the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
240 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.
252 ページ - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
256 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, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
254 ページ - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
53 ページ - Shakefpear leads the mind a dance'^ From France to England, hence to France, Talk not to me of time and place ; I own I'm happy in the chace. Whether the drama's here or there, 'Tis nature...