Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present Time, with Critical RemarksWilliam C. Hall, 1824 - 822 páginas |
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... Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove ...
... Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove ...
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... Whig , now Tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a noble cause . Time was , a sober Englishman would knock His servants up , and ...
... Whig , now Tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a noble cause . Time was , a sober Englishman would knock His servants up , and ...
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... Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove ...
... Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove ...
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... Whig , and Whigs a Tory ; " And taught his Romans , in much better metre , " To laugh at fools who put their trust in Peter . " But Horace , sir , was delicate , was nice ; Bubo observes , he lash'd no sort of vice : Horace would say ...
... Whig , and Whigs a Tory ; " And taught his Romans , in much better metre , " To laugh at fools who put their trust in Peter . " But Horace , sir , was delicate , was nice ; Bubo observes , he lash'd no sort of vice : Horace would say ...
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... Whig or Tory , Or round a Quaker's beaver cast a glory . I never ( to my sorrow I declare ) Din'd with the Man of Ross , or my Lord Mayor . Some , in their choice of friends ( nay , look not grave ) Have still a secret bias to a knave ...
... Whig or Tory , Or round a Quaker's beaver cast a glory . I never ( to my sorrow I declare ) Din'd with the Man of Ross , or my Lord Mayor . Some , in their choice of friends ( nay , look not grave ) Have still a secret bias to a knave ...
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Página 107 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 300 - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Página 407 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 139 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Página 407 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 91 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 375 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took ; And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe . And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat...
Página 107 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 452 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 143 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.