Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill fort , and mifchievous emprize ; Lend me thy clarion , Goddess ! let me try To found the praise of merit ere it dies ; Such as I oft have chanced to espy , Loft in the dreary ...
... Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill fort , and mifchievous emprize ; Lend me thy clarion , Goddess ! let me try To found the praise of merit ere it dies ; Such as I oft have chanced to espy , Loft in the dreary ...
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... Such confortless annoy May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! Ne fuperftition clog his dance of joy , Ne vifion empty ,, vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green , fo On which the tribe their ...
... Such confortless annoy May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! Ne fuperftition clog his dance of joy , Ne vifion empty ,, vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green , fo On which the tribe their ...
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... Such favour did her past deportment claim : And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Fragment of bread , fhe would collect the fame ; For well the knew , and quaintly could expound , What fin it were to wafle the smallest crumb fhe ...
... Such favour did her past deportment claim : And if neglect had lavish'd on the ground Fragment of bread , fhe would collect the fame ; For well the knew , and quaintly could expound , What fin it were to wafle the smallest crumb fhe ...
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... Such are the maids , and fuch the charms they boast , By fenfe unaided , or to virtue loft . Self - flatt'ring fex ! your hearts believe in vain That Love fhall blind , when once he fires , the fwain ; " Or hope a lover by your faults ...
... Such are the maids , and fuch the charms they boast , By fenfe unaided , or to virtue loft . Self - flatt'ring fex ! your hearts believe in vain That Love fhall blind , when once he fires , the fwain ; " Or hope a lover by your faults ...
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... Such health do my fountains bestow ; My fountains , all border'd with moss , Where the hare - bells and violets grow .. Not a pine in my grove is there seen , But with tendrils of woodbine is bound . Not a beech's more beautiful ligreen ...
... Such health do my fountains bestow ; My fountains , all border'd with moss , Where the hare - bells and violets grow .. Not a pine in my grove is there seen , But with tendrils of woodbine is bound . Not a beech's more beautiful ligreen ...
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Page 40 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 57 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 3 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit, For a patriot too cool, for a drudge disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 42 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
Page 6 - Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
Page 7 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 54 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 55 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 3 - Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor, Who having spent the treasures of his crown, Condemns their luxury to feed his own ; And yet this act, to varnish o'er the shame Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good.
Page 41 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...