The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 2
... light . See where fhe lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas fure this bafilifk fent Temple thence , And though as fome ( ' tis faid ) for their defence ...
... light . See where fhe lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas fure this bafilifk fent Temple thence , And though as fome ( ' tis faid ) for their defence ...
Pàgina 35
... Light , and Arts , With all acquir'd and natural parts , Whet harp could favage beaits enchant , Was an unfortunate gallant . Had Bacchus after Daphne reel'd , The Nymph had foon been brought to yield : Or , had embroider'd Mars puriued ...
... Light , and Arts , With all acquir'd and natural parts , Whet harp could favage beaits enchant , Was an unfortunate gallant . Had Bacchus after Daphne reel'd , The Nymph had foon been brought to yield : Or , had embroider'd Mars puriued ...
Pàgina 43
... light . My fifter had lately depos'd upon oath , That the ftopt in her courfe to look at them both : That Stella was helping , abetting , and aiding : And still as he writ , ftood fmiling and reading : That her eyes were as bright as ...
... light . My fifter had lately depos'd upon oath , That the ftopt in her courfe to look at them both : That Stella was helping , abetting , and aiding : And still as he writ , ftood fmiling and reading : That her eyes were as bright as ...
Pàgina 45
... light Upon the god of gold and bell , ce to endure the fight , He hides within his darkest cell . when a conjuror takes a lease From Satan for a term of years e tenant's in a difmal cafe , Whene'er the bloody bond oppears . ted banker ...
... light Upon the god of gold and bell , ce to endure the fight , He hides within his darkest cell . when a conjuror takes a lease From Satan for a term of years e tenant's in a difmal cafe , Whene'er the bloody bond oppears . ted banker ...
Pàgina 94
... light , They take the wrong way for the right ; Through flippery by - roads dark and deep , They often climb , and often creep . Defire , the fwifter of the two , Along the plain like lightning flew ; Till , entering on a broad highway ...
... light , They take the wrong way for the right ; Through flippery by - roads dark and deep , They often climb , and often creep . Defire , the fwifter of the two , Along the plain like lightning flew ; Till , entering on a broad highway ...
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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.