The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Pàgina 9
... wind , Except fome leather loft behind . A keleton in outward figure , Hy meagre corpfe , though full of vigour , Would halt behind him , were it bigger . So wonderful his expedition , When you have not the leaft fufpicion , He's with ...
... wind , Except fome leather loft behind . A keleton in outward figure , Hy meagre corpfe , though full of vigour , Would halt behind him , were it bigger . So wonderful his expedition , When you have not the leaft fufpicion , He's with ...
Pàgina 21
... Wind for takes his gueft . Swift much admires the place and air , And longs to be a canon there ; In fummer round the park to ride ; In winter , never to refide . A canon ! that ' s a place too mean ; No Doctor , you shall be a Dean ...
... Wind for takes his gueft . Swift much admires the place and air , And longs to be a canon there ; In fummer round the park to ride ; In winter , never to refide . A canon ! that ' s a place too mean ; No Doctor , you shall be a Dean ...
Pàgina 73
... wind me as they please . A cow and wondrous art I fhow Criting fpirits from below ; park fome , and fome in white ; They rife , walk round , yet never fright . at each meath the fpirits pass , Dimely feen , as through a glass ; bed and ...
... wind me as they please . A cow and wondrous art I fhow Criting fpirits from below ; park fome , and fome in white ; They rife , walk round , yet never fright . at each meath the fpirits pass , Dimely feen , as through a glass ; bed and ...
Pàgina 75
... wind him where we please . One of us alone can fleep , Ye Do watch the rest will keep , But the moment that he closes , Every brother elfe reposes . I wine's bought , or victuals drest , Oce enjoys them for the rest . Pierce us all with ...
... wind him where we please . One of us alone can fleep , Ye Do watch the rest will keep , But the moment that he closes , Every brother elfe reposes . I wine's bought , or victuals drest , Oce enjoys them for the rest . Pierce us all with ...
Pàgina 76
... wind . Nay , bring me here the tallest man , I'll squeeze him to a little fpan ; Or bring a tender child and pliant , You'll fee me ftretch him to a giant ; Nor fhall they in the leaft complain , Because my magic gives no pain . XVIII ...
... wind . Nay , bring me here the tallest man , I'll squeeze him to a little fpan ; Or bring a tender child and pliant , You'll fee me ftretch him to a giant ; Nor fhall they in the leaft complain , Because my magic gives no pain . XVIII ...
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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.