The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 18
... virtue of his bands Was loft among Pactolus ' fands , Against whofe torrent while he swims , The golden fcurf peels off his limbs : Fame ( preads the news , and people travel From far to gather golden gravel ; Midas , expos'd to all ...
... virtue of his bands Was loft among Pactolus ' fands , Against whofe torrent while he swims , The golden fcurf peels off his limbs : Fame ( preads the news , and people travel From far to gather golden gravel ; Midas , expos'd to all ...
Pàgina 26
... virtue in a maid , A virtue but at fecond - hand ; They blush , because they understand . The Graces next would act their part , And show'd but little of their art ; Their work was half already done , The child with native beauty shone ...
... virtue in a maid , A virtue but at fecond - hand ; They blush , because they understand . The Graces next would act their part , And show'd but little of their art ; Their work was half already done , The child with native beauty shone ...
Pàgina 34
... virtue of fubfcription to thy Crisis , And nothing can go down with thee , but wines Prefs'd from Burgundian and Campanian vines , Bid them be brought ; for , though I hate the French , I love their liquors , as though lov'ft a wench ...
... virtue of fubfcription to thy Crisis , And nothing can go down with thee , but wines Prefs'd from Burgundian and Campanian vines , Bid them be brought ; for , though I hate the French , I love their liquors , as though lov'ft a wench ...
Pàgina 59
... virtue from within Send out a fmoothness o'er the skin : Your lectures could my fancy fix , And I can pleafe at ... virtue brighter fhines , But my poetic vein declines ; My harp will foon in vain be ftrung , And all your virtues left ...
... virtue from within Send out a fmoothness o'er the skin : Your lectures could my fancy fix , And I can pleafe at ... virtue brighter fhines , But my poetic vein declines ; My harp will foon in vain be ftrung , And all your virtues left ...
Pàgina 65
... virtue lies not in the place : Far , though my raillery were true , A cottage is Wood - park with you . COPY OF THE BIRTH - DAY VERSES ON MR . FORD . Com , be content , fince out it must , Stella has betray'd her truft ; And whiipering ...
... virtue lies not in the place : Far , though my raillery were true , A cottage is Wood - park with you . COPY OF THE BIRTH - DAY VERSES ON MR . FORD . Com , be content , fince out it must , Stella has betray'd her truft ; And whiipering ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Visualització completa - 1795 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blefs bleft breaft breath charms Dean dear death defcends defire delight divine dreft earth Eclogues erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fave fcene fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fhow fide filk fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmiling foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace heart heaven himſelf honour juft king laft laſt lefs loft Lord mind moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never numbers nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet praife praiſe pride profe rage reafon reft reign rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand toil verfe virtue whofe whoſe wife youth
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.