Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... firft his judgment afk'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his feat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and fome days eat : Till grown more frugal in his riper days , He paid fome bards with port , and some with praise ...
... firft his judgment afk'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his feat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and fome days eat : Till grown more frugal in his riper days , He paid fome bards with port , and some with praise ...
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... firft lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes .. Poor guiltlefs . I ! and can I choofe but smile , When ev'ry.coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curft be the verfé , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy , man my foe , Give virtue ...
... firft lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes .. Poor guiltlefs . I ! and can I choofe but smile , When ev'ry.coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curft be the verfé , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy , man my foe , Give virtue ...
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... firft followers and fervants fped ; The precepts fage they wrote to many a land ; How he who lone in Patmos banished , Saw in the fun a mighty angel ftand : And heard Great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command . Then kneeling ...
... firft followers and fervants fped ; The precepts fage they wrote to many a land ; How he who lone in Patmos banished , Saw in the fun a mighty angel ftand : And heard Great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command . Then kneeling ...
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... firft the bloody chace began ; A mighty hunter , and his prey was man ; Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name , And makes his trembling flaves the royal game . The fields are ravish'd from th ' induftrious swains , From men ...
... firft the bloody chace began ; A mighty hunter , and his prey was man ; Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name , And makes his trembling flaves the royal game . The fields are ravish'd from th ' induftrious swains , From men ...
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... feem thro ' confecrated walks to rove , . I hear foft mufic die along the grove : Led by the found , I roam from fhade to fhade , By godlike poets venerable made : Here Here his firft lays majestic Denham fung ; 7 9 [ 10 ]
... feem thro ' confecrated walks to rove , . I hear foft mufic die along the grove : Led by the found , I roam from fhade to fhade , By godlike poets venerable made : Here Here his firft lays majestic Denham fung ; 7 9 [ 10 ]
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?