The Works of the British Poets, Band 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 Seiten |
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... hope is but to be read in one ifland , and to be thrown afide at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our produc tions by the imitation of the Ancients ; and it will be found true , that , in every age , the higheft ...
... hope is but to be read in one ifland , and to be thrown afide at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our produc tions by the imitation of the Ancients ; and it will be found true , that , in every age , the higheft ...
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... hope the Wits will pardon me , if I referve fome of my time to fave my foul ; and that fome wife men will be of my opinion , even if I fhould think a part of it better spent in the enjoyments of life , than in pleafing the critics ...
... hope the Wits will pardon me , if I referve fome of my time to fave my foul ; and that fome wife men will be of my opinion , even if I fhould think a part of it better spent in the enjoyments of life , than in pleafing the critics ...
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... hope furvey , At once the chacer , and at once the prey : Lo ! Rufus , tuggin at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the foreft like a wounded hart . Succeeding monarchs heard the fubje & s cries , Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife ...
... hope furvey , At once the chacer , and at once the prey : Lo ! Rufus , tuggin at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the foreft like a wounded hart . Succeeding monarchs heard the fubje & s cries , Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife ...
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... hope , and love . CHORUS . Hence guilty joys , distastes , furmises , Hence falfe tears , deceits , disguises , Dangers , doubts , delays , surprises ; Fires that fcorch , yet dare not fhine : Pureft love's unwafting treasure , Conftant ...
... hope , and love . CHORUS . Hence guilty joys , distastes , furmises , Hence falfe tears , deceits , disguises , Dangers , doubts , delays , surprises ; Fires that fcorch , yet dare not fhine : Pureft love's unwafting treasure , Conftant ...
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... hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a ...
... hope from feas and rocks a milder fate . Ye gentle gales , beneath my body blow , And foftly lay me on the waves below ! And thou , kind love , my finking limbs sustain , Spread thy foft wings , and waft me o'er the main , Nor let a ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Seite 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Seite 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Seite 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Seite 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Seite 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Seite 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Seite 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Seite 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Seite 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!