The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 6
... thought my money was as fafe as my maidenhead . So , when I came up again , I found my pocket feel very light : But when I fearch'd , and mifs'd my purfe , Lord ! I thought I should have funk outright . Lord ! Madam , fays Mary , how d ...
... thought my money was as fafe as my maidenhead . So , when I came up again , I found my pocket feel very light : But when I fearch'd , and mifs'd my purfe , Lord ! I thought I should have funk outright . Lord ! Madam , fays Mary , how d ...
Pàgina 8
... ( thought he ) it can't be lefs . My Lord , faid Bush , a friend and I , Difguis'd in two old thread - bare coats , Ere morning dawn , ftole out to spy How markets went for hay and oats . With that he draws two handfuls out , The one was ...
... ( thought he ) it can't be lefs . My Lord , faid Bush , a friend and I , Difguis'd in two old thread - bare coats , Ere morning dawn , ftole out to spy How markets went for hay and oats . With that he draws two handfuls out , The one was ...
Pàgina 10
... thought to feize his due But fhe the charm already tried . Thalia heard the call , and flew To wait at bright Ardelia's fide . On fight of this celeftial prude , Apollo thought it vain to stay ; Nor in her prefence durft be rude ; But ...
... thought to feize his due But fhe the charm already tried . Thalia heard the call , and flew To wait at bright Ardelia's fide . On fight of this celeftial prude , Apollo thought it vain to stay ; Nor in her prefence durft be rude ; But ...
Pàgina 12
... thought or icclure , Is hugely turn'd to architecture : He view'd the edifice , and fmil'd , Vow'd it was pretty for a child ; It was fo perfect in its kind , He kept the model in his mind . But , when he found the boys at play , And ...
... thought or icclure , Is hugely turn'd to architecture : He view'd the edifice , and fmil'd , Vow'd it was pretty for a child ; It was fo perfect in its kind , He kept the model in his mind . But , when he found the boys at play , And ...
Pàgina 23
... thought could be the work of none but Swift . Poor York the harmless tool of others ' hate ' ; He fues for pardont , and repents too late . Now , angry Somersett her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her ***** From her red locks ...
... thought could be the work of none but Swift . Poor York the harmless tool of others ' hate ' ; He fues for pardont , and repents too late . Now , angry Somersett her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her ***** From her red locks ...
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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.