Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, 第 5~6 巻J. Bell, 1789 |
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... paints strong the ridicule , And whispers close , " the world will call you fool . " Behold , yon wretch , by impious fashion driv'n , Believes and trembles while he scoffs at heav'n . By weakness strong , and bold through fear alone ...
... paints strong the ridicule , And whispers close , " the world will call you fool . " Behold , yon wretch , by impious fashion driv'n , Believes and trembles while he scoffs at heav'n . By weakness strong , and bold through fear alone ...
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... paint th ' ambitious peer That mounts the box , and shines a charioteer : In strains familiar sing the midnight toil Of camps and senates disciplin'd by Hoyle . Patriots and chiefs whose deep design invades , And carries off the captive ...
... paint th ' ambitious peer That mounts the box , and shines a charioteer : In strains familiar sing the midnight toil Of camps and senates disciplin'd by Hoyle . Patriots and chiefs whose deep design invades , And carries off the captive ...
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... makes us grieve , you want an honest heart . 160 Nor think the Muse by SATIRE's law confin'd : She yields description of the noblest kind . 180 Inferior art the landscape may design , And paint the Epist . I. 13 AND PRECEPTIVE .
... makes us grieve , you want an honest heart . 160 Nor think the Muse by SATIRE's law confin'd : She yields description of the noblest kind . 180 Inferior art the landscape may design , And paint the Epist . I. 13 AND PRECEPTIVE .
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John Bell. Inferior art the landscape may design , And paint the purple evening in the line : Her daring thought essays a higher plan ; Her hand delineates passion , pictures man . And great the toil , the latent soul to trace , To paint ...
John Bell. Inferior art the landscape may design , And paint the purple evening in the line : Her daring thought essays a higher plan ; Her hand delineates passion , pictures man . And great the toil , the latent soul to trace , To paint ...
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... paint a God , unless the God inspire ? What catch the lightning , but the speed of fire ! So , mighty POPE , to make thy genius known , All pow'r is weak , all numbers - but thy own . Each Muse for thee with kind contention strove , For ...
... paint a God , unless the God inspire ? What catch the lightning , but the speed of fire ! So , mighty POPE , to make thy genius known , All pow'r is weak , all numbers - but thy own . Each Muse for thee with kind contention strove , For ...
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26 ページ - Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine ? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent ? For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th...
35 ページ - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
31 ページ - With listless eyes the dotard views the store, He views, and wonders that they please no more; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns. Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain: No sounds alas would touch th...
29 ページ - O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign, Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, "till nought remain, On Moscow's wall till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the Polar sky.
27 ページ - Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
22 ページ - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
36 ページ - There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, 15 And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
39 ページ - The common sewer of Paris and of Rome, With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
29 ページ - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
29 ページ - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.