Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... Divine . Blefs me ! a packet .- ' Tis a ftranger fues , A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . ' 6 If I diflike it , Furies , death and rage ! ' If I approve , Commend it to the Stage . ' There ( thank my flars ) my whole commiffion ends ...
... Divine . Blefs me ! a packet .- ' Tis a ftranger fues , A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . ' 6 If I diflike it , Furies , death and rage ! ' If I approve , Commend it to the Stage . ' There ( thank my flars ) my whole commiffion ends ...
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... divine , Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's fhrine , Her prieflefs Mufe forbids the good to die , And opes the temple of Eternity ... There , other trophies deck the truly brave , Than fuch as Anftis cafts into the grave ...
... divine , Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's fhrine , Her prieflefs Mufe forbids the good to die , And opes the temple of Eternity ... There , other trophies deck the truly brave , Than fuch as Anftis cafts into the grave ...
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... divine re fide . From scenes like thefe old , Scotia's grandeur fprings , That makes her loved at home , rever'd abroad ; Princes and lords are but the breath of kings , " An honest man's the nobleft work of God ! ' ! And certes in fair ...
... divine re fide . From scenes like thefe old , Scotia's grandeur fprings , That makes her loved at home , rever'd abroad ; Princes and lords are but the breath of kings , " An honest man's the nobleft work of God ! ' ! And certes in fair ...
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... divine ! fhed gently from above , Infpire my willing bofom , wond'rous Love ; Thy purpled pinions to my fhoulders tye , And point the paffage where I want to fly .. B 3 But But whither , whither now ! what powerful fire With.
... divine ! fhed gently from above , Infpire my willing bofom , wond'rous Love ; Thy purpled pinions to my fhoulders tye , And point the paffage where I want to fly .. B 3 But But whither , whither now ! what powerful fire With.
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... divine ! And hands unnumber'd ftrike the filver string , And tongues unnumber'd Hallelujah fing , See , where the fhining Seraphims appear , And fink their decent eyes with holy fear . See flights of angels all their feathers raise ...
... divine ! And hands unnumber'd ftrike the filver string , And tongues unnumber'd Hallelujah fing , See , where the fhining Seraphims appear , And fink their decent eyes with holy fear . See flights of angels all their feathers raise ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther bard beft behold beſt blefs bleft blifs bloom breaft defire eafe eaſe ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret feem feem'd feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent filver fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flood flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons fool foreft forrow foul fpring frike ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace groves heart Heaven himſelf infpire JAMES THOMSON juft labour laft lefs loft lov'd mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paffion peace Philomelus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praife praiſe pride profe reft rhyme rife ſweet tender Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS PARNELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil verfe vext virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife wretch youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 33 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Seite 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Seite 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Seite 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Seite 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Seite 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Seite 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?