Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... hear fe , Who does not weep that reads the moving verfe ? But hear , oh hear , in what exalted flrains . Secilian Mufes through thefe happy plains Proclaim Saturnian times - our own Apollo reigns ! When France had breath'd after ...
... hear fe , Who does not weep that reads the moving verfe ? But hear , oh hear , in what exalted flrains . Secilian Mufes through thefe happy plains Proclaim Saturnian times - our own Apollo reigns ! When France had breath'd after ...
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... hear her now ! I fee her rolling eyes : And panting , Lo ! the god , the god , fhe cries ; With words not hers , and more than human found , She makes th ' obedient ghofts peep trembling thro ' the ground . But , tho ' we muil obey when ...
... hear her now ! I fee her rolling eyes : And panting , Lo ! the god , the god , fhe cries ; With words not hers , and more than human found , She makes th ' obedient ghofts peep trembling thro ' the ground . But , tho ' we muil obey when ...
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... hear his number tried . Reverse of nature : fhall fuch copies then Arraign th ' original of Maro's pen : And the rude notions of pedantic schools Blafpheme the facred founder of our rules ? ' The delicacy of the nicest ear Finds nothing ...
... hear his number tried . Reverse of nature : fhall fuch copies then Arraign th ' original of Maro's pen : And the rude notions of pedantic schools Blafpheme the facred founder of our rules ? ' The delicacy of the nicest ear Finds nothing ...
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... hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl'd , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a burfling world . Who fhames a Scribbler ? break one cobweb thro ' , He fpins the flight , felf - pleafing thread anew : Deftroy his ...
... hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl'd , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a burfling world . Who fhames a Scribbler ? break one cobweb thro ' , He fpins the flight , felf - pleafing thread anew : Deftroy his ...
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... Hear this , and fpare his family , James Moor . Unfpotted names , and memorable long ! If there be force in Virtue ori n Song . Of gentle blood ( part thed in Honour's caufe , While yet in Britain Honoúr had applaufe ) Each Each parent ...
... Hear this , and fpare his family , James Moor . Unfpotted names , and memorable long ! If there be force in Virtue ori n Song . Of gentle blood ( part thed in Honour's caufe , While yet in Britain Honoúr had applaufe ) Each Each parent ...
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æther bard beft behold beſt blefs bleft blifs bloom breaft defire eafe eaſe ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret feem feem'd feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent filver fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flood flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons fool foreft forrow foul fpring frike ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace groves heart Heaven himſelf infpire JAMES THOMSON juft labour laft lefs loft lov'd mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paffion peace Philomelus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praife praiſe pride profe reft rhyme rife ſweet tender Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS PARNELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil verfe vext virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife wretch youth
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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?