The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 5
... Heaven defign'd To be the great original For man to dress and polifh his uncourtly mind , In what mock habits have they put her fince the fall ! [ fages , More oft ' in fools ' and madmen's hands than She feems a medley of all ages , Ta ...
... Heaven defign'd To be the great original For man to dress and polifh his uncourtly mind , In what mock habits have they put her fince the fall ! [ fages , More oft ' in fools ' and madmen's hands than She feems a medley of all ages , Ta ...
Pàgina 63
... heaven's high convex cleaves , And Neptune fhrinks beneath his fubject waves ; Fong the whirling winds and beating tides Had Scoop'd a vault into its nether fides . Neds the bate , the fummits nod , now urge Their beadlong courfe , and ...
... heaven's high convex cleaves , And Neptune fhrinks beneath his fubject waves ; Fong the whirling winds and beating tides Had Scoop'd a vault into its nether fides . Neds the bate , the fummits nod , now urge Their beadlong courfe , and ...
Pàgina 76
... heaven , and earth , and hell , Where many for a paffage venture , Yet very few are fond to enter ; Although ' tis open night and day , They for that reafon fhun this way : Both dukes and lords abhor its wood , They can't come near it ...
... heaven , and earth , and hell , Where many for a paffage venture , Yet very few are fond to enter ; Although ' tis open night and day , They for that reafon fhun this way : Both dukes and lords abhor its wood , They can't come near it ...
Pàgina 85
... Heaven intends , Take pity on your pitying friends ! Nor let your ills affect your mind , To fancy they can be ... Heaven's call neglects , la vain from injur'd Heaven relief expects . Twill not avail , when thy ftrong fides are bro ...
... Heaven intends , Take pity on your pitying friends ! Nor let your ills affect your mind , To fancy they can be ... Heaven's call neglects , la vain from injur'd Heaven relief expects . Twill not avail , when thy ftrong fides are bro ...
Pàgina 169
... Heaven defcends , And he at once the conteft ends : Ye reverend pair , from difcord cease , Ye both mistake the prefent cafe ; One kingdom cannot have pretence To fo much virtue ! fo much fense : Search Heaven's record ; and there you ...
... Heaven defcends , And he at once the conteft ends : Ye reverend pair , from difcord cease , Ye both mistake the prefent cafe ; One kingdom cannot have pretence To fo much virtue ! fo much fense : Search Heaven's record ; and there you ...
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“The” Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... Robert Anderson Visualització completa - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Visualització completa - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Visualització completa - 1795 |
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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.