The British poets, including translations, Band 42C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... town , ' Tis for the service of the crown : ' Lewis , the Dean will be of use ; Send for him up ; take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger of the seas , Great ministers ne'er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred pound , No ...
... town , ' Tis for the service of the crown : ' Lewis , the Dean will be of use ; Send for him up ; take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger of the seas , Great ministers ne'er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred pound , No ...
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... town , Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing - cross . Yet some I know with envy swell Because they see me used so well . How think you of our friend the Dean ? I wonder what some people mean ; My lord and he ...
... town , Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing - cross . Yet some I know with envy swell Because they see me used so well . How think you of our friend the Dean ? I wonder what some people mean ; My lord and he ...
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... town life , and in a trice He had a story of two mice . Once on a time ( so runs the fable ) A country mouse , right hospitable , Received a town mouse at his board , Just as a farmer might a lord . A frugal mouse , upon the whole , Yet ...
... town life , and in a trice He had a story of two mice . Once on a time ( so runs the fable ) A country mouse , right hospitable , Received a town mouse at his board , Just as a farmer might a lord . A frugal mouse , upon the whole , Yet ...
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... town . ' At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown ? — That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any witch , Transform ...
... town . ' At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown ? — That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any witch , Transform ...
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... town what objects could I meet ? The shops shut up in every street , And funerals blackening all the doors , And yet more melancholy whores : And what a dust in every place ? And a thin court that wants your face , And fevers raging up ...
... town what objects could I meet ? The shops shut up in every street , And funerals blackening all the doors , And yet more melancholy whores : And what a dust in every place ? And a thin court that wants your face , And fevers raging up ...
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Seite 230 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Seite 210 - Here strip, my children! here at once leap in, Here prove who best can dash through thick and thin, And who the most in love of dirt excel, Or dark dexterity of groping well.
Seite 53 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Seite 47 - But fill their purse, our poets' work is done, Alike to them by pathos or by pun. O, you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage, by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; 300 A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Seite 264 - Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying Rain-bows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Seite 197 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Seite 250 - For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Seite 150 - He was not without hopes, that, by manifesting the dulness of those who had only malice to recommend them, either the booksellers would not find their account in employing them, or the men themselves, when discovered, want courage to proceed in so unlawful an occupation. This it was that gave birth to the
Seite 30 - NOT to admire, is all the art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.' Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.
Seite 40 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit; Forgot his Epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.