Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... bards began , fo monks rung on the chimes . But now that Phoebus and the facred Nine With all their beams on our blest island shine , Why fhould not we their ancient rites reftore , And be what Rome or Athens were before ? * Have forgot ...
... bards began , fo monks rung on the chimes . But now that Phoebus and the facred Nine With all their beams on our blest island shine , Why fhould not we their ancient rites reftore , And be what Rome or Athens were before ? * Have forgot ...
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... Bard whom pilfer'd Faflorals renown , Who turns a Perfian Tale for half a crown , Juft writes to make his barrennefs appear , And rains , from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who ftill wanting , tho ' he lives on theft ...
... Bard whom pilfer'd Faflorals renown , Who turns a Perfian Tale for half a crown , Juft writes to make his barrennefs appear , And rains , from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who ftill wanting , tho ' he lives on theft ...
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... bards with port , and some with praise ; To fome a dry rehearsal was affign'd ; And others ( harder ftill ) he paid in kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone efcap'd this judging eye : But fill the great have ...
... bards with port , and some with praise ; To fome a dry rehearsal was affign'd ; And others ( harder ftill ) he paid in kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone efcap'd this judging eye : But fill the great have ...
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... Bard whofe diftich all commend ( In pow'r a fervant , one of pow'r a friend ) To W - le guilty of fome venial fin ; What's that to you , who ne'er was out nor in ? The Prieft whofe flattery bedropt the Crown , How hurt he you ? he only ...
... Bard whofe diftich all commend ( In pow'r a fervant , one of pow'r a friend ) To W - le guilty of fome venial fin ; What's that to you , who ne'er was out nor in ? The Prieft whofe flattery bedropt the Crown , How hurt he you ? he only ...
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... bard his homage pays ; With honeft pride , I fcorn each selfish end , My deareft meed , a friend's esteem and praise : To you I fing , in fimple Scotifh lays The lowly train in life's fequefter'd fcene ; The native feelings ftrong , the ...
... bard his homage pays ; With honeft pride , I fcorn each selfish end , My deareft meed , a friend's esteem and praise : To you I fing , in fimple Scotifh lays The lowly train in life's fequefter'd fcene ; The native feelings ftrong , the ...
Términos y frases comunes
æther bard beft behold beſt blefs bleft blifs bloom breaft defire eafe eaſe ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret feem feem'd feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent filver fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flood flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons fool foreft forrow foul fpring frike ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace groves heart Heaven himſelf infpire JAMES THOMSON juft labour laft lefs loft lov'd mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paffion peace Philomelus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praife praiſe pride profe reft rhyme rife ſweet tender Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS PARNELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil verfe vext virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife wretch youth
Pasajes populares
Página 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Página 33 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Página 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Página 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Página 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Página 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Página 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Página 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Página 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?