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... in whose mighty lines Immortal wit , and solid learning , shines ; Sharp Juvenal
, and amorous Ovid too , Who all the turns of love ' s soft passion knew : He that
with judgment reads his charming lines , In which strong art with stronger nature ...
... in whose mighty lines Immortal wit , and solid learning , shines ; Sharp Juvenal
, and amorous Ovid too , Who all the turns of love ' s soft passion knew : He that
with judgment reads his charming lines , In which strong art with stronger nature ...
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With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteem ' d for learning and for
eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I ' d always take my
morning exercise : For sure no minutes bring us more content , Than those in
pleasing ...
With all those moderns , men of steady sense , Esteem ' d for learning and for
eloquence . In some of these , as fancy should advise , I ' d always take my
morning exercise : For sure no minutes bring us more content , Than those in
pleasing ...
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This is a hard school , and of the many bitter lessons which are taught in it ,
Jonathan Swift was fated by temperament to learn one more deeply than the rest
, - - the habit of severe indignation . This should be the commentary to his history .
This is a hard school , and of the many bitter lessons which are taught in it ,
Jonathan Swift was fated by temperament to learn one more deeply than the rest
, - - the habit of severe indignation . This should be the commentary to his history .
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My female friends , whose tender hearts Have better learn ' d to act their parts , .
Receive the news in doleful dumps : “ The Dean is dead : ( Pray what is trumps ?
) Then , Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I ' ll venture for the vole . ) ...
My female friends , whose tender hearts Have better learn ' d to act their parts , .
Receive the news in doleful dumps : “ The Dean is dead : ( Pray what is trumps ?
) Then , Lord have mercy on his soul ! ( Ladies , I ' ll venture for the vole . ) ...
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Those who their ignorance confest , He ne ' er offended with a jest ; * But laugh ' d
to hear an idiot quote A verse from Horace learn ' d by rote . Vice , if it e ' er can
be abash ' d , Must be or ridiculd or lash ' d . If you resent it , who ' s to blame ?
Those who their ignorance confest , He ne ' er offended with a jest ; * But laugh ' d
to hear an idiot quote A verse from Horace learn ' d by rote . Vice , if it e ' er can
be abash ' d , Must be or ridiculd or lash ' d . If you resent it , who ' s to blame ?
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Seite 75 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Seite 148 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Seite 79 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Seite 34 - tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Seite 208 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Seite 50 - 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.
Seite 122 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Seite 168 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Seite 210 - TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Seite 168 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Book of Gems: Pomfret to Bloomfield Band 2 von The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain, Samuel Carter Hall |
| Herausgeber | Samuel Carter Hall |
| Verlag | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 11. Apr. 2006 |
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