A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... breath Infpir'd when living , and bequeath'd in death : 40 ' He faid ; Alexis , take this pipe . the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent , fince defpis'd by ...
... breath Infpir'd when living , and bequeath'd in death : 40 ' He faid ; Alexis , take this pipe . the fame That taught the groves my Rofalinda's name : But now the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree , For ever filent , fince defpis'd by ...
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... Breathe plenty on the fields , and fragrance on the fprings . Ver . 97 . When yellow autumn fummer's heat fucceeds , And into wine the purple harvest bleeds , The partridge feeding in ... breath'd beagles we repair , 24 THE WORKS OF POPE .
... Breathe plenty on the fields , and fragrance on the fprings . Ver . 97 . When yellow autumn fummer's heat fucceeds , And into wine the purple harvest bleeds , The partridge feeding in ... breath'd beagles we repair , 24 THE WORKS OF POPE .
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... breath , with fultry air , Pants on her neck , and fans her parting hair . In vain on father Thames fhe calls for aid , Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid . Faint , breathlefs , thus the pray'd , nor pray'd in vain ; “ Ah , Cynthia ...
... breath , with fultry air , Pants on her neck , and fans her parting hair . In vain on father Thames fhe calls for aid , Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid . Faint , breathlefs , thus the pray'd , nor pray'd in vain ; “ Ah , Cynthia ...
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... breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whofe herds with milk , whofe fields with bread , Whofe flocks fupply ... breath ? Tell me , my foul , can this be death ? . 111 . The world recedes ; it difappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ...
... breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whofe herds with milk , whofe fields with bread , Whofe flocks fupply ... breath ? Tell me , my foul , can this be death ? . 111 . The world recedes ; it difappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ...
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... breath is Aled , That all her vanities at once are dead . Succeeding vanities fhe ftill regards , And though the plays no more , o'erlooks the cards . Her joy in gilded chariots , when alive , And love of ombre , after death furvive ...
... breath is Aled , That all her vanities at once are dead . Succeeding vanities fhe ftill regards , And though the plays no more , o'erlooks the cards . Her joy in gilded chariots , when alive , And love of ombre , after death furvive ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Seite 89 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Seite 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Seite 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Seite 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Seite 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Seite 102 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!