Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 - 459 pages |
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... maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware of man ! ' He said ; when Shock , who thought she slept too long , Leap'd up , and wak'd his mistress with his tongue . " Twas then , Belinda ...
... maid , beware ! This to disclose is all thy guardian can : Beware of all , but most beware of man ! ' He said ; when Shock , who thought she slept too long , Leap'd up , and wak'd his mistress with his tongue . " Twas then , Belinda ...
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... maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd ! With store of pray'rs for mornings , nights , and noons , Her ... maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires : Now ...
... maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd ! With store of pray'rs for mornings , nights , and noons , Her ... maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires : Now ...
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... maids , turn'd bottles , call aloud for corks . Safe past the gnome through this fantastic band , A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand . Then thus address'd the pow'r - Hail , wayward queen ! Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen ...
... maids , turn'd bottles , call aloud for corks . Safe past the gnome through this fantastic band , A branch of healing spleenwort in his hand . Then thus address'd the pow'r - Hail , wayward queen ! Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen ...
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... maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While Hampton's echoes , ' Wretched maid , ' reply'd ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your locks in paper durance bound ...
... maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While Hampton's echoes , ' Wretched maid , ' reply'd ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your locks in paper durance bound ...
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... maid , By love of courts to numerous ills betray'd . O had I rather unadmir'd remain'd In some lone isle , or distant northern land ; Where the gilt chariot never marks the way , Where none learn ombre , none e'er taste bohea ! There ...
... maid , By love of courts to numerous ills betray'd . O had I rather unadmir'd remain'd In some lone isle , or distant northern land ; Where the gilt chariot never marks the way , Where none learn ombre , none e'er taste bohea ! There ...
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Page 257 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever...
Page 246 - Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
Page 82 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 183 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
Page 365 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Page 420 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Page 271 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 220 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 270 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Page 273 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.