Broome, Pope, Pitt, ThomsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... live Unfashionably good , and hope to thrive ! Trees that aloft with proudest honours rise , Root hell - ward , and thence flourish to the skies . O happier thou , my friend , with ease content , Blest with the conscience of a life well ...
... live Unfashionably good , and hope to thrive ! Trees that aloft with proudest honours rise , Root hell - ward , and thence flourish to the skies . O happier thou , my friend , with ease content , Blest with the conscience of a life well ...
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... Live o'er past times , and build whole worlds anew ; Or from the bursting tombs in fancy raise The sons of Fame , who liv'd in ancient days : And lo ! with haughty stalk the warrior treads ! Stern legislators , frowning , lift their ...
... Live o'er past times , and build whole worlds anew ; Or from the bursting tombs in fancy raise The sons of Fame , who liv'd in ancient days : And lo ! with haughty stalk the warrior treads ! Stern legislators , frowning , lift their ...
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... live throughout the draught ; The mimic bird in skies fictitious moves , Or fcied beasts in imitated groves : Ev'n Heaven it climbs ; and from the forming hands An angel here , and there a Townshend ' stands . Yet , painter , yet ...
... live throughout the draught ; The mimic bird in skies fictitious moves , Or fcied beasts in imitated groves : Ev'n Heaven it climbs ; and from the forming hands An angel here , and there a Townshend ' stands . Yet , painter , yet ...
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... live , to mortals ' empty faine , a foe ; And pity human joy , and human woe ! To view ev'n splendid Vice with generous hate ; In life unblemish'd , and in death sedate ! Then Conscience , shining with a lenient ray , Dawn'd o'er thy ...
... live , to mortals ' empty faine , a foe ; And pity human joy , and human woe ! To view ev'n splendid Vice with generous hate ; In life unblemish'd , and in death sedate ! Then Conscience , shining with a lenient ray , Dawn'd o'er thy ...
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... live To show the world how really we grieve ! As some fond sire , whose only son lies dead , All lost to comfort makes the dust his bed , Hangs o'er his urn , with frantic grief deplores , And bathes his clay - cold cheek with copious ...
... live To show the world how really we grieve ! As some fond sire , whose only son lies dead , All lost to comfort makes the dust his bed , Hangs o'er his urn , with frantic grief deplores , And bathes his clay - cold cheek with copious ...
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Adrastus Bavius beauty behold beneath blest breast breath bright Britons charms clouds coursers court critics death deep delight divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad Earth Essay on Criticism Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flame flood fool genius gentle glory goddess grace Greece groves hand happy head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad Jove king labour light live lord lord Bolingbroke lyre mankind mighty mind Muse Nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion peace plain pleas'd poem poet Pope praise pride proud race racter rage rais'd reign rise Rome round sacred Sappho satire scene shade shine shore sighs sing skies smile soft song soul streams sweet swell Swift tears tempest thee thine thou thought thunder toil trembling truth verse Virgil virtue wild winds wings youth
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Seite 244 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Seite 157 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Seite 222 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Seite 169 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Seite 447 - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...
Seite 161 - Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise, And bid alternate passions fall and rise! While, at each change, the son of Libyan Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found. And the world's victor stood subdued by sound!
Seite 244 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease ; Should such a man too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer. And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite 168 - In heaps on heaps ; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts, And wins (oh shameful chance !) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She sees, and trembles at th' approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille.
Seite 160 - Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of. fools. Whatever nature has in worth denied, , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Seite 171 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...