The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 2
... dear favourite mufe ! What ferpent's that which still reforts , Still lurks in palaces and courts ? Take thy unwonted flight , And on the terrace light . See where fhe lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful ...
... dear favourite mufe ! What ferpent's that which still reforts , Still lurks in palaces and courts ? Take thy unwonted flight , And on the terrace light . See where fhe lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful ...
Pàgina 3
... dear ramble through impertinence ; Impertinence ! the fcurvy of mankind . And all we fools , who are the greater part of it , Though we be of two different factions still , Both the good natur'd and the ill , Yet wherefoe'er you look ...
... dear ramble through impertinence ; Impertinence ! the fcurvy of mankind . And all we fools , who are the greater part of it , Though we be of two different factions still , Both the good natur'd and the ill , Yet wherefoe'er you look ...
Pàgina 5
... Dear charming faint ! " Here , in beau - fpelling , " Tru tel deth ; " Beneath , " A new receipt for paint ; " There , in her own , " For an el breth ; " Here , " Lovely nymph , pronounce my doom ! " There , " A fafe way to ufe perfume ...
... Dear charming faint ! " Here , in beau - fpelling , " Tru tel deth ; " Beneath , " A new receipt for paint ; " There , in her own , " For an el breth ; " Here , " Lovely nymph , pronounce my doom ! " There , " A fafe way to ufe perfume ...
Pàgina 16
... Dear Sid , then , why wert thou fo mad To break thy rod like naughty lad ! You should have kits'd it in your distress , And then return'd it to your mistress ; Or made it a Newmarket + fwitch , And not a rod for thy own breech . But ...
... Dear Sid , then , why wert thou fo mad To break thy rod like naughty lad ! You should have kits'd it in your distress , And then return'd it to your mistress ; Or made it a Newmarket + fwitch , And not a rod for thy own breech . But ...
Pàgina 34
... dear picture in ' e Morcover , due provifion has been made , That converfation may not be betray'd ; I have no company but what is proper To fit with the most flagrant Whig at fupper . There's not a man among them but muft pleaf Since ...
... dear picture in ' e Morcover , due provifion has been made , That converfation may not be betray'd ; I have no company but what is proper To fit with the most flagrant Whig at fupper . There's not a man among them but muft pleaf Since ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 142 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Pàgina 213 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Pàgina 365 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Pàgina 539 - Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs.
Pàgina 23 - Now angry Somerset her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her From her red locks her mouth with venom fills, And thence into the royal ear instils. The queen, incensed, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot. Now through the realm a proclamation spread* To fix a price on his devoted head; "While, innocent, he scorns ignoble flight, His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight.
Pàgina 512 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Pàgina 509 - Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began : SECANDER. O stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee <* Trace our sad flight through all its length of way...
Pàgina 186 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Pàgina 367 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Pàgina 514 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.