Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... hours too freely pafs , And sparkling wine fmiles in the tempting glass , Your pulfe advifes , and begins to beat Through ev'ry fwelling vein a loud retreat : So when a mufe propitioufly invites , Improve her favours , and indulge her ...
... hours too freely pafs , And sparkling wine fmiles in the tempting glass , Your pulfe advifes , and begins to beat Through ev'ry fwelling vein a loud retreat : So when a mufe propitioufly invites , Improve her favours , and indulge her ...
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... hour Of Social Pleasure , ill exchang'd for Pow'r ; Seen him , uncumber'd with a venal tribe , Smile without art , and win without a bribe . Would he oblige me ? let me only find He does not think me what he thinks mankind . Come , come ...
... hour Of Social Pleasure , ill exchang'd for Pow'r ; Seen him , uncumber'd with a venal tribe , Smile without art , and win without a bribe . Would he oblige me ? let me only find He does not think me what he thinks mankind . Come , come ...
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... hour ! How fhin'd the foul , unconquer'd in the Tow'r : How can I Pult'ney . Chefterfield forget , While Roman spirit charms , and attic wit ? Argyle , the State's whole thunder born to wield , And fhake alike the fenate and the field ...
... hour ! How fhin'd the foul , unconquer'd in the Tow'r : How can I Pult'ney . Chefterfield forget , While Roman spirit charms , and attic wit ? Argyle , the State's whole thunder born to wield , And fhake alike the fenate and the field ...
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... hours , fwift - wing'd unnoticed fleet ;: Each tells the unco's that he fees or hears , The parents , partial , eye their hopeful years ;. Anticipation forward points the view ; The mother wi ' her needle and her fheers , Gars auld ...
... hours , fwift - wing'd unnoticed fleet ;: Each tells the unco's that he fees or hears , The parents , partial , eye their hopeful years ;. Anticipation forward points the view ; The mother wi ' her needle and her fheers , Gars auld ...
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... , there in a glorious hour Made the curft tyrant feel the people's pow'r ; Made him confefs , beneath that awful rod , Their voice united is the voice of God . N Murray The Pathetic farewett of Leonidas , to his [ 60 ] ibid.
... , there in a glorious hour Made the curft tyrant feel the people's pow'r ; Made him confefs , beneath that awful rod , Their voice united is the voice of God . N Murray The Pathetic farewett of Leonidas , to his [ 60 ] ibid.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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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?