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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... , While I supply the poet's place , I'll tell you whence and what I am , My Breed , my Blood , my Sire , my Dam . My Sire was PINDAR's Eagle , fon Of Pegafus of HELICON ; My My Dam , the Hippogryph , which whirl'd Aftolpho to ( 56 )
... , While I supply the poet's place , I'll tell you whence and what I am , My Breed , my Blood , my Sire , my Dam . My Sire was PINDAR's Eagle , fon Of Pegafus of HELICON ; My My Dam , the Hippogryph , which whirl'd Aftolpho to ( 56 )
Page 59
... poet on my back ? Know , fafely rode my mafter's bride , The bard before her for my guide . Yet think not , fir , his awkward ... Poet's skill , My mistress guides me where the will . Abstract in wond'rous fpeculation , Loft in laborious ...
... poet on my back ? Know , fafely rode my mafter's bride , The bard before her for my guide . Yet think not , fir , his awkward ... Poet's skill , My mistress guides me where the will . Abstract in wond'rous fpeculation , Loft in laborious ...
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... poet's care , To celebrate fome town or fair , Which all ad libitum he flits For you to pick it up by bits , Which bits together plac'd , will frame . Some city's or fome lady's name ; As As when worm is cut in twain , It joins ( 60 )
... poet's care , To celebrate fome town or fair , Which all ad libitum he flits For you to pick it up by bits , Which bits together plac'd , will frame . Some city's or fome lady's name ; As As when worm is cut in twain , It joins ( 60 )
Page 61
... poet's head , They fix themselves without controul , Where'er its feat is on the foul . Then , like your heathen idols , we Have eyes indeed , but cannot fee . ( We , for I take the poet's part , And for my blood , am Bard at heart ) ...
... poet's head , They fix themselves without controul , Where'er its feat is on the foul . Then , like your heathen idols , we Have eyes indeed , but cannot fee . ( We , for I take the poet's part , And for my blood , am Bard at heart ) ...
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... poet gives them all a fhare In the description of his fair . She burns , the chills , fhe pierces hearts , With locks , and bolts , and flames , and darts . And could we truft th ' extravagancy Of every poet's youthful fancy , They'd ...
... poet gives them all a fhare In the description of his fair . She burns , the chills , fhe pierces hearts , With locks , and bolts , and flames , and darts . And could we truft th ' extravagancy Of every poet's youthful fancy , They'd ...
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Page 202 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 186 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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...