A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... loft love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the foundingfhores ; 20 Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs along ! For her , the feather'd ...
... loft love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the foundingfhores ; 20 Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs along ! For her , the feather'd ...
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... loft ! Now with furies surrounded , Defpairing , confounded , He trembles , he glows , Amidst Rhodope's fnows : See , wild as the winds , o'er the defert he flies ; Hark ! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries- Ah , fee , he dies ...
... loft ! Now with furies surrounded , Defpairing , confounded , He trembles , he glows , Amidst Rhodope's fnows : See , wild as the winds , o'er the defert he flies ; Hark ! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries- Ah , fee , he dies ...
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... loft , who flays till all commend . Short is the date , alas , of modern rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits furviv'd a thousand years ; Now length of fame ...
... loft , who flays till all commend . Short is the date , alas , of modern rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits furviv'd a thousand years ; Now length of fame ...
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... loft : Like fome fair flower the early fpring fupplies , That gaily blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit , which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; The most our trouble ftill when most ...
... loft : Like fome fair flower the early fpring fupplies , That gaily blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this wit , which muft our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; The most our trouble ftill when most ...
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... loft ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In every place is fought , but fought in vain : 110 With fuch a prize no mortal must be bleft , So heaven decrees ! with heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to ...
... loft ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In every place is fought , but fought in vain : 110 With fuch a prize no mortal must be bleft , So heaven decrees ! with heaven who can contest ? Some thought it mounted to ...
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Page 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 89 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Page 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Page 102 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!