Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... feel tranfport them when they write . Have you been led through the Cumaan cave , And heard the impatient maid divinely rave ? I hear her now ! I fee her rolling eyes : And panting , Lo ! the god , the god , fhe cries ; With words not ...
... feel tranfport them when they write . Have you been led through the Cumaan cave , And heard the impatient maid divinely rave ? I hear her now ! I fee her rolling eyes : And panting , Lo ! the god , the god , fhe cries ; With words not ...
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... feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? . P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings . This painted child of dirt , that flinks and stings ; Whofe buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er taftes , and beauty ne'er ...
... feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? . P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings . This painted child of dirt , that flinks and stings ; Whofe buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er taftes , and beauty ne'er ...
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... feel- Why now , this moment , don't I fee you steal ? ' Tis all from Horace ; Horace , long before ye , Said , Tories call'd him Whig , and Whigs a Tory : " And taught his Romans , in much better metre , " To laugh at Fools who put ...
... feel- Why now , this moment , don't I fee you steal ? ' Tis all from Horace ; Horace , long before ye , Said , Tories call'd him Whig , and Whigs a Tory : " And taught his Romans , in much better metre , " To laugh at Fools who put ...
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... feel it die →→→→→ No Gazeteer more innocent than I- f J MA * 15 And let , a God's name , ev'ry fool and knave Be grac'd thro ' life , and flatter'd in his grave . F. Why fo ? if Satire knows its time and place , You fill may lafh ...
... feel it die →→→→→ No Gazeteer more innocent than I- f J MA * 15 And let , a God's name , ev'ry fool and knave Be grac'd thro ' life , and flatter'd in his grave . F. Why fo ? if Satire knows its time and place , You fill may lafh ...
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... feel for all mankind . F. You're flrangely proud . P. So proud , I am no flave ; So impudent , I own myfelf no knave ; So odd , my country's ruin makes mé grave . Yes , I am proud , I must be proud to fee Men not afraid of God afraid of ...
... feel for all mankind . F. You're flrangely proud . P. So proud , I am no flave ; So impudent , I own myfelf no knave ; So odd , my country's ruin makes mé grave . Yes , I am proud , I must be proud to fee Men not afraid of God afraid of ...
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Página 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Página 33 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Página 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Página 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Página 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Página 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Página 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Página 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Página 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?