Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... head with an embracing vine , Whose bunches hanging downe , feem'd to entice All paffers by to tafte their lufhious wine , And did themselves into their hands incline , As freely offering to be gathered : Some deep empurpled as the ...
... head with an embracing vine , Whose bunches hanging downe , feem'd to entice All paffers by to tafte their lufhious wine , And did themselves into their hands incline , As freely offering to be gathered : Some deep empurpled as the ...
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... head ; And drop at laft , but in unwilling ears , 6 This faving counfel , Keep your piece nine years . Nine years ! cried he , who high in Drury - lane , Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro ' the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints ...
... head ; And drop at laft , but in unwilling ears , 6 This faving counfel , Keep your piece nine years . Nine years ! cried he , who high in Drury - lane , Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro ' the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints ...
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... head ; ' And when I die , be fure you let them know Great Homer died three thoufand years ago . Why did I write ? what fin to me unknown Dipt me in ink , my parent's , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lifp'd in ...
... head ; ' And when I die , be fure you let them know Great Homer died three thoufand years ago . Why did I write ? what fin to me unknown Dipt me in ink , my parent's , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lifp'd in ...
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... head ; And St. John's felf , ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one Poet more . Happy my fludies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their Author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and ...
... head ; And St. John's felf , ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one Poet more . Happy my fludies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their Author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and ...
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... head ) Receiv'd of wits an undiftinguifh'd race , Who 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 ...
... head ) Receiv'd of wits an undiftinguifh'd race , Who 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 ...
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?