Original Poems, Band 2A. Kincaid and W. Creech, and J. Balfour, 1773 |
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... pleas'd with bloodless honours of the day , Walks over , and difdains th ' inglorious prey . So James , if great with lefs we may compare , Arrefts his rolling thunder - bolts in air ; And grants ungrateful friends a lengthen'd space ...
... pleas'd with bloodless honours of the day , Walks over , and difdains th ' inglorious prey . So James , if great with lefs we may compare , Arrefts his rolling thunder - bolts in air ; And grants ungrateful friends a lengthen'd space ...
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... pleas'd , and great and small To view the monster crowded Pigeon - hall . There Chanticleer was drawn upon his knees , Adoring fhrines , and stocks of fainted trees ; And by him , a mis - shapen , ugly , race ; The curfe of God was feen ...
... pleas'd , and great and small To view the monster crowded Pigeon - hall . There Chanticleer was drawn upon his knees , Adoring fhrines , and stocks of fainted trees ; And by him , a mis - shapen , ugly , race ; The curfe of God was feen ...
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... pleas'd me best ; Of small renown , ' tis true ; for , not to lye , We call him but a Hawk by courtesy . I know he hates the Pigeon - house and farm , And more , in time of war , has done us harm : But all his hate on trivial points ...
... pleas'd me best ; Of small renown , ' tis true ; for , not to lye , We call him but a Hawk by courtesy . I know he hates the Pigeon - house and farm , And more , in time of war , has done us harm : But all his hate on trivial points ...
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... Pleas'd with their poems , they grew wifer too . Satire has always fhone among the rest , And is the boldest way , if not the best , To teli men freely of their fouleft faults , To laugh at their vain deeds , and vainer thoughts . In ...
... Pleas'd with their poems , they grew wifer too . Satire has always fhone among the rest , And is the boldest way , if not the best , To teli men freely of their fouleft faults , To laugh at their vain deeds , and vainer thoughts . In ...
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... pleas'd , like them that wone At once a beauty and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge Poefy was queen , And still fhe might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that ...
... pleas'd , like them that wone At once a beauty and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge Poefy was queen , And still fhe might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that ...
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Seite 235 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Seite 236 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Seite 229 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thou did each in other live ; 5 Nor wouldst thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
Seite 221 - The bottom did the top appear ; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, shew'd the woods ; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, And shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.
Seite 236 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Seite 24 - Rebellion equals all, and those, who toil In common theft, will share the common spoil. Let her produce the title and the right, Against her old...
Seite 147 - He's knight o' the shire, and represents ye all. From each he meets he culls whate'er he can; Legion's his name, a people in a man. His bulky folly gathers as it goes, And, rolling o'er you, like a snow-ball grows.
Seite 147 - Another's diving bow he did adore, Which with a shog casts all the hair before, Till he, with full decorum, brings it back, And rises with a water-spaniel shake. 3» As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, These sure he took from most of you who write.
Seite 230 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Seite 244 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress ; But, ah ! the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.