Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... beauty his colours he fpread , And beplafter'd with rouge his own natural red . On the ftage he was natural , fimple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off he was acting : With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd ...
... beauty his colours he fpread , And beplafter'd with rouge his own natural red . On the ftage he was natural , fimple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off he was acting : With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd ...
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... beauty bright , That captivates the mental fight With pleasure and furprize ; To thy unfpotted shrine I bow , Affift thy modeft fuppliant's vow , That breathes no wild defires : But , taught by thy unerring rules To fhun the fruitless ...
... beauty bright , That captivates the mental fight With pleasure and furprize ; To thy unfpotted shrine I bow , Affift thy modeft fuppliant's vow , That breathes no wild defires : But , taught by thy unerring rules To fhun the fruitless ...
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... beauty's feeble ray , Boaft but the worth Balfora's * pearls difplay ! • Drawn from the deep , we own the surface bright ; But , dark within , they drink no luftrous light . " • Such are the maids , and fuch the charms they boast , By ...
... beauty's feeble ray , Boaft but the worth Balfora's * pearls difplay ! • Drawn from the deep , we own the surface bright ; But , dark within , they drink no luftrous light . " • Such are the maids , and fuch the charms they boast , By ...
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... beauty wakes for thee each touching grace ! But from my frighted gaze thy form avert , When horror chills thy tear , thy ardent figh , When phrenzy rolls in thy impaffion'd eye , Or guilt lives fearful at thy troubled heart : Nor ever ...
... beauty wakes for thee each touching grace ! But from my frighted gaze thy form avert , When horror chills thy tear , thy ardent figh , When phrenzy rolls in thy impaffion'd eye , Or guilt lives fearful at thy troubled heart : Nor ever ...
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... to this fairer Laura pay A moré impaffion'd tear , a more pathetic lay ! Tell how each beauty of her mind and face Was brighten'd by fome fweet peculiar grace ! How How eloquent in ev'ry look Thro ' her expreffive eyes ! ...
... to this fairer Laura pay A moré impaffion'd tear , a more pathetic lay ! Tell how each beauty of her mind and face Was brighten'd by fome fweet peculiar grace ! How How eloquent in ev'ry look Thro ' her expreffive eyes ! ...
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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...