Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volume 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... dull , minute , perplexing toil , Not understanding , do no good , Nor can do harm , not understood . By scholars , apprehend me right , I mean the learned , and polite , Whose knowledge unaffected flows , And fits as eafy as their ...
... dull , minute , perplexing toil , Not understanding , do no good , Nor can do harm , not understood . By scholars , apprehend me right , I mean the learned , and polite , Whose knowledge unaffected flows , And fits as eafy as their ...
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... dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who scarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and drink , But never half a one to THINK . AUTHOR . Who read , or feem to ...
... dull attention , Read themselves out of apprehenfion ; Who scarce can wash their hands or face , For fear of lofing time , or place , And give one hour to meat and drink , But never half a one to THINK . AUTHOR . Who read , or feem to ...
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... dull fit of ftudy paft , Juft like a wedge drives out the last . From thefe I ground no expectation Of genuine wit , or free tranflation ; But you mistake me , friend . Suppof ( Translations are but modern cloaths ) I drefs my boy ...
... dull fit of ftudy paft , Juft like a wedge drives out the last . From thefe I ground no expectation Of genuine wit , or free tranflation ; But you mistake me , friend . Suppof ( Translations are but modern cloaths ) I drefs my boy ...
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... dull imagination Is dead to every fine sensation , + Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or tafte her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as ufelefs ftuff , And fly with keeness to his - fnuff . ! Look round the world , not one in ...
... dull imagination Is dead to every fine sensation , + Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or tafte her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as ufelefs ftuff , And fly with keeness to his - fnuff . ! Look round the world , not one in ...
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... dull the interval between , How darken'd o'er with clouds of spleen , Did not the mind unlock her treasure , And fancy feed on promis'd pleasure . DELIA furveys , with curious eyes , The clouds collected in the skies ; D 2 Wishes Wishes ...
... dull the interval between , How darken'd o'er with clouds of spleen , Did not the mind unlock her treasure , And fancy feed on promis'd pleasure . DELIA furveys , with curious eyes , The clouds collected in the skies ; D 2 Wishes Wishes ...
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Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and ..., Volume 1 Robert Lloyd Visualização completa - 1774 |
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Apollo's AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt cauſe cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en e'er eaſe eaſy Engliſh erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fibi filk fimple firft firſt fkies flame fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrength ftrife ftrong fuch fure genius grace gueſt Hæc hate heart himſelf inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mind miſtreſs moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcarce ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſuch Tafte taſte tell thee themſelves theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne uſe VALOIS verfe verſe whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous wou'd write
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Página 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 192 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 190 - The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 198 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 204 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 198 - Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, The place of fame and elegy fupply : And many a holy text around fhe ftrews, That teach the ruftic moralift to dye.
Página 196 - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Página 190 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 198 - For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall...