Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... labour'd more To fearch the treasures of the Roman store , Or dig in Grecian mines for purer ore ? The nobleft fruits , tranfplanted in our ifle , With early hope and fragrant bloffoms fmile . Familiar Ovid tender thoughts infpires ...
... labour'd more To fearch the treasures of the Roman store , Or dig in Grecian mines for purer ore ? The nobleft fruits , tranfplanted in our ifle , With early hope and fragrant bloffoms fmile . Familiar Ovid tender thoughts infpires ...
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... labours lefs , but judgment more . The foil intended for Pierian feeds Must be well purg'd from rank pidantic weeds Apollo ftarts , and all Parnaffus fhakes , At the rude rumbling Baralipton makes . For none have been with admiration ...
... labours lefs , but judgment more . The foil intended for Pierian feeds Must be well purg'd from rank pidantic weeds Apollo ftarts , and all Parnaffus fhakes , At the rude rumbling Baralipton makes . For none have been with admiration ...
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... labour'd and a mouse was born . Learn , learn , Crotona's brawny wreftler cries , Audacious mortals , and be timely wife ! ' Tis I that call , remember Milo's end , Wedg'd in that timber which he ftrove to rend . Each poet with a diff ...
... labour'd and a mouse was born . Learn , learn , Crotona's brawny wreftler cries , Audacious mortals , and be timely wife ! ' Tis I that call , remember Milo's end , Wedg'd in that timber which he ftrove to rend . Each poet with a diff ...
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... labour and digeft things moft , Will be much apter to defpond than boast : For if your author be profoundly good , ' Twill cost you dear before he's understood . How many ages fince has Virgil writ ! How few are they who understand him ...
... labour and digeft things moft , Will be much apter to defpond than boast : For if your author be profoundly good , ' Twill cost you dear before he's understood . How many ages fince has Virgil writ ! How few are they who understand him ...
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... labours wi ' an eydent hand . And ne'er , tho ' out of fight , to jank or play : And O be fure to fear the Lord alway ! And mind your duty , daily morn and night ! Left in temptation's path ye gang aftray , Implore his council and ...
... labours wi ' an eydent hand . And ne'er , tho ' out of fight , to jank or play : And O be fure to fear the Lord alway ! And mind your duty , daily morn and night ! Left in temptation's path ye gang aftray , Implore his council and ...
Términos y frases comunes
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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?