The Works of the British Poets, 10. köideJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 pages |
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... give a judge the fpleen , By this infpir'd ( O ne'er to be forgot ! ) . Some lords have learn'd to spell , and fome to knot . It makes Globese a fpeaker in the house ; He hems , and is deliver'd of his moufe . It makes dear self on well ...
... give a judge the fpleen , By this infpir'd ( O ne'er to be forgot ! ) . Some lords have learn'd to spell , and fome to knot . It makes Globese a fpeaker in the house ; He hems , and is deliver'd of his moufe . It makes dear self on well ...
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... give nothing , to the wife and good , But fcorn of pomp , and love of folitude . High ftations tumult , but not blifs , create : None think the great unhappy , but the great : Fools gaze , and envy ; envy darts a fling , Which makes a ...
... give nothing , to the wife and good , But fcorn of pomp , and love of folitude . High ftations tumult , but not blifs , create : None think the great unhappy , but the great : Fools gaze , and envy ; envy darts a fling , Which makes a ...
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... give our fins a twitch , As crolling ftraws retard a paffing witch , Florello , thou my monitor fhalt be ; I'll conjure thus feme profit out of thee . O thou myfelf ! abroad our counfels roam , And , like ill husbands , take no care at ...
... give our fins a twitch , As crolling ftraws retard a paffing witch , Florello , thou my monitor fhalt be ; I'll conjure thus feme profit out of thee . O thou myfelf ! abroad our counfels roam , And , like ill husbands , take no care at ...
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... give our arms fuccefs . " " Ah ! That's an hit indeed , " Vincenna cries ; " But who in heat of blood was ever wife ? [ back , " I own ' twas wrong , when thousands call'd me " To make that hopeless , ill - advis'd , attack ; " All fay ...
... give our arms fuccefs . " " Ah ! That's an hit indeed , " Vincenna cries ; " But who in heat of blood was ever wife ? [ back , " I own ' twas wrong , when thousands call'd me " To make that hopeless , ill - advis'd , attack ; " All fay ...
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... give eternity to murder time . The love of gaming is the worst of ills ; With ceafelefs ftorms the blacken'd foul it fills ; Inveighs at Heaven , neglects the ties of blood ; Destroys the power and will of doing good ; Kills health ...
... give eternity to murder time . The love of gaming is the worst of ills ; With ceafelefs ftorms the blacken'd foul it fills ; Inveighs at Heaven , neglects the ties of blood ; Destroys the power and will of doing good ; Kills health ...
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Page 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Page 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Page 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Page 379 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...