The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, 2. köideT. Evans, 1774 |
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... my only pace . They , whom their steeds unjaded bear Around Hyde - park , to take the air , May frisk and prance , and ride their fill , And go all paces which they will ; We , We , hackney tits - nay , never smile , ( 12 )
... my only pace . They , whom their steeds unjaded bear Around Hyde - park , to take the air , May frisk and prance , and ride their fill , And go all paces which they will ; We , We , hackney tits - nay , never smile , ( 12 )
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... smile , Who trot our ftage of thirty mile , Muft travel in a conftant plan , And run our journey , as we can . FRIEND . A critic fays , upon whose fleeve Some pin more faith than you'll believe , That writings which as easy please , Are ...
... smile , Who trot our ftage of thirty mile , Muft travel in a conftant plan , And run our journey , as we can . FRIEND . A critic fays , upon whose fleeve Some pin more faith than you'll believe , That writings which as easy please , Are ...
Page 86
... bed . The mufe detefts coquettry's guilt , Nor apes the manners of a jilt . Jilt ! O difhoneft hateful name , Your fex's pride , your fex's fhame , Which Which often bait their treacherous hook With smile endearing , ( 86 )
... bed . The mufe detefts coquettry's guilt , Nor apes the manners of a jilt . Jilt ! O difhoneft hateful name , Your fex's pride , your fex's fhame , Which Which often bait their treacherous hook With smile endearing , ( 86 )
Page 87
... smile endearing , winning look , And wind them in the easy heart Of man , with most ensnaring art , Only to torture and betray away . The wretch they mean to caft No doubt ' tis charming pleasant angling To fee the poor fond creatures ...
... smile endearing , winning look , And wind them in the easy heart Of man , with most ensnaring art , Only to torture and betray away . The wretch they mean to caft No doubt ' tis charming pleasant angling To fee the poor fond creatures ...
Page 139
... Smiles away Reafon from his throne , And makes his votaries her own : Inftant refounds the voice of fame , Caught with the whistlings of their name , The fools grow frantic , in their pride Contemning all the world befide : Pleas'd with ...
... Smiles away Reafon from his throne , And makes his votaries her own : Inftant refounds the voice of fame , Caught with the whistlings of their name , The fools grow frantic , in their pride Contemning all the world befide : Pleas'd with ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace h¿c hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Qu¿ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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Page 198 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 190 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 192 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.
Page 188 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 188 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 196 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 186 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 194 - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...