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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... thought , and of action , he is not always fo fuccefsful . Voltaire ridiculed Pope's favourite position in his Candide . The confequences which Candide's application of the prin- Iciple to various cafes produces , are certainly fuch as ...
... thought , and of action , he is not always fo fuccefsful . Voltaire ridiculed Pope's favourite position in his Candide . The confequences which Candide's application of the prin- Iciple to various cafes produces , are certainly fuch as ...
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... thought e'er interrupts the fong : Laboriously enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the car : Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are at best most musically dull : So purling fireams with even murmurs ...
... thought e'er interrupts the fong : Laboriously enervate they appear , And write not to the head , but to the car : Our minds unmov'd and unconcern'd they lull , And are at best most musically dull : So purling fireams with even murmurs ...
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... thought . In each bright page , ftrength , beauty , genius fhine , While nervous judgment guides each flowing line . No borrow'd tinfel glitters o'er these lays , And to the mind a falfe delight conveys : Throughout the whole with ...
... thought . In each bright page , ftrength , beauty , genius fhine , While nervous judgment guides each flowing line . No borrow'd tinfel glitters o'er these lays , And to the mind a falfe delight conveys : Throughout the whole with ...
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... thought refine , Or ev'n thy life be faultlefs as thy line ; Yet Envy ftill with fiercer rage pursues , Obfcures the virtue , and defames the mufe . A foul like thine , in pains , in grief refign'd , Views with vain fcorn the malice of ...
... thought refine , Or ev'n thy life be faultlefs as thy line ; Yet Envy ftill with fiercer rage pursues , Obfcures the virtue , and defames the mufe . A foul like thine , in pains , in grief refign'd , Views with vain fcorn the malice of ...
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... thought becoming a perfon who has hardly credit enough to answer for his own . In this office of collecting my pieces , I am alto- gether uncertain , whether to look upon myself as a man building a monument , or burying the dead . If ...
... thought becoming a perfon who has hardly credit enough to answer for his own . In this office of collecting my pieces , I am alto- gether uncertain , whether to look upon myself as a man building a monument , or burying the dead . If ...
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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!